Monday, March 5, 2012

When I was young

When I was young I would go to this little island
Not too far from my little house on the lake
It’s too much of a crap shoot as to how I even got out there but I did
I would go with my to friends down the road
Evan and Jordan
And mmhh
Did I love That Jordan
Like a mouse love cheese
Oh yeah and my brother Dominic, you cant forget about him
Anyway
When I was young
All my memories always seem to lead back to this island
Like that one time when we balanced on that fallen tree in that water and we would push each other off just to get back on and jump back off again
And then I realized
That was at the island
Or those days when we would stand right at the line of land and h₂0 and watch the carp fish fight between two big boulders in the water
Little did I know they were actually making babies
But I would trace all these memories back to this island
It was a part of my childhood
A part of me that can never be lost
Now a days this island is about as big as myself
Really puts a taunt on who I was as a child
Its got one tree left
Jetting off into the lake
As if it were to fall at any moment
The only thing left on that island is a couple dead fish
And the turtles that go there in the spring time
But anyway
I believe this is a sign
This island teaches me how people grow
When you are a kid
You look at the world so much differently then you do as an adult
Growing old sometimes makes the colors stop turnin
And kinda makes you walk more then you do run
But to me I will always look at that little island like I am six all over again
Like it is the most beautiful thing in the world and I am a piece of shit
And my kids will one day be able to sit down at their computer as an adult
And write a little story about an island
And about that one special summer day that mamma brought them there for a picnic
And as the sun beat down on their little blonde hairs,
They knew that they would never want to go home

And that this was the most fun and adventurous place they had ever been

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