Remember when we were kids
racing barefoot down the street
to the mom and pop store
with the fifty cents we'd been given
trying to skip over hot asphalt
as quick as we could, hot tar
sticking to our was hell
to scrub off. Cream soda and pop rocks,
smoking candy cigarettes, acting tough.
Hot summer evenings sitting on our front
porch eating bananacicles, licking the drips
off our fingertips, heedless of the still hot 
concrete burning the backs of our bare legs.
We rode our bikes for hours all over town.
Our parents never worried or looked for us
til long past dark. We bragged and talked
like big shots, we couldn't wait to leave
all this childhood nonsense behind and enter
the exciting life of adulthood...remember?
What the hell were we thinking?