There are times as I grow older…
I find myself happily remembering way back when
to a time that seemed more innocent
without computers…when we wrote with only pencil and pen.
I remember, attending Catholic school….and in church looking around
thinking, since I could not see the nuns’ feet,
they must miraculously float above the ground
Here’s a belief I had…that I’ve never shared with anyone…
I believed that lifesaver candies could keep me alive
even the pineapple ones
There is something to be said for that kind of innocence…
way back when no one seemed angry or hurried…
when I could play away from my house all day
and my parents never worried.
Way back when I was happy
when there was so much I did not comprehend….
when my friends did not have labels…
my friends were just my friends.
Way back when I would play outside for hours
when we let our imagination soar…
when we did not know of hatred,
of prejudice or war.
Way back when I had great role models…
a kind father and a loving mother…
when I thought all people got along…
when I thought everyone loved one another…
But somewhere along the way I grew up…
I’m not sure exactly when
and learned the world was not the world I remembered it to be
way back when.
Which is why every now and then if find myself wishing
to go back to that time
when we wrote with only pencil and pen
to a time that was more innocent…
the way I remember it…
way back then.
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