The only name calling we knew were shortie or booger eater.
When we only wore skirts to look cute and not to pick up boys.
When we thought kissing was icky.
When we thought girls and boys would give us cooties.
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Yes, we look back on our childhood and wonder what's so good about growing up. It's a struggle to try to hold on to some of the innocence and goodness we claimed when we were kids. We spend a lifetime trying to get some of that goodness back. Nice poem.
Sweet childish memoirs of one's being grown-up wonderfully portrayed along with childish notions. Enjoyed reading the beautifully penned poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.