Childhood memories

And the land of innocence, where dreams run free, Lie memories cherished a tapestry of glee childhood days or how they feel the heart in nostalgic memory, a timeless work of art. The first ray of sun painting, the sky is so bright, welcoming laughter chasing shadows and flight skipping along streets with no worries in sight. Imagination sword on wings of pure delight. Endless summer spent beneath the old oak tree whispered of secret shared with friends, so carefully climbing on high sturdy branches like Daring equal bats, finding hidden charges in nature's humble habitats. All the games we. Play In the street lined with Bliss, hopscott squares and marbles. A childhood suite, we miss hide-and-seek in twilight hours. Hush giggles in the night running through the moon. Fields beneath the star shining bright. All the taste of joy in an ice cream cone savory savoring each lick with a filling. All our own carnivals and merry-go-round spinning computer election. Candy whisper, a sweet sugar sensation. Exploring the world like wide-eyed adventure. Dancing in the rainstorm's mud splatter and drench and fervor building sancastle on shores where waves meet the land foot prints washed away. But memories always st