We Were Children Then

Remember, years ago, we were children then. Summer suns, grass, so green, and we were so very free. Wind in our hair, bare feet so dirty. Remember when? Back then, time had no meaning to young children, you see, running through the woods, sticks snapping under our feet, briars against our legs, new paths to be broken. We'd build us a fort using an old tree stump for a seat, clearing the leaves for a dirt floor, and secret codes were spoken. Playing baseball in the field, paper plates as a base. We used davids ball and jims bat, and I had a mitt. Running around the bases like it was lifes last race. It didn't matter who won. The fun was in playing it. We were just children then, young and free, happiness lasted forever, sadness for only a minute or two. There was nothing to weigh us down. Nothing worried me. But one day it happened - there was nothing we could do, day faded from sight and months faded to years. While we were asleep one night, time quickly passed us by. Innocence left us, and we were soon filled with fears. Now we are children no more, just adults on the fly.