Childhood Memory 1

I was a 7yr old boy,
With a gun in my hand.
Though it was only a cap gun,
Shooting it, felt grand.

My family and I were on a trip,
To go visit some family.
It was in a town called Sheilan,
Where carrots were-a-plenty.

So we kept on picking,
Until the sun started to set.
And it seemed like we got,
All there was to get.

Every big carrot I picked,
I gave to Uncle Ray.
He was only a friend of ours,
But I called him uncle anyway.

My mum didn't seem to care,
That I only gave her a small one.
All she did was smile at me,
And watched me have fun.