"I knew I'd forever be attached to this place"

If I could just waste my days lying under that willowtree all over again. Collect worms in trenches. Practice pop routines on a hill. Squeeze a handful of generation on a plain. Run the area of what used to be farm. Walk around in bare feet. Hide in washroom stalls and climb them like a jungle gym. Slip on playground ice infront of older brothers. Pretend to be doing a tap number up the stairs. Laugh at flinging food for three years. Create clubs, alliances, girl bands. Be read children's books again. Race to mature. Chase the younger boys and snicker with your best friend. Ignore that everyone may think you're too crazy. Let your breath stop cause you're just laughing too much. Admire everyone's baby teeth in a smile.