Young

I miss how Daddy could pick me up and carry me on his shoulders

I miss the days when I was too young to go to school and I stayed home all day with Mommy

I miss the walks to the park

I miss being afraid of older kids being at the park, worrying that they might say something to you that makes you run to Mommy

I miss looking up at everything, and everything being simple

But what I mostly miss...is just being young.

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This is somewhat true. I do remember being afraid of big kids at the park and being home all day with Mommy. I hope you enjoyed this poem.