Good Old Days, The

"The Good Old Days" -- rjhudson

Eating red popsicles
'Til your whole mouth is good and red
Grilled cheese or PBJ for lunch
Of course, with the edges peeled off the bread

Staying up late at night
Long after mom sent us to bed
Talking back or out of turn
And getting hit right upside the head

Racing older brothers to the light post
Losing every time
Telling stories to other kids on the block
Crazy stuff to keep them in line

Paying a buck to swim at the pool
And playing these silly contests
Worrying our parents trying to see
Who can hold his breath the longest

Those are my fondest memories
The good old days I'd give my eye-tooth to relive
My fondest memories
The good old days