I miss the Kindergarten days
When boys had cooties but could still be best friends with a girl.
When knowing the names of the craziest colors in the crayon box, and counting to 20 the fastest without skipping a number meant that you were the smartest.
When the kid who jumped the highest off the swing was king of the playground for the day.
When dumping sand out of your Velcro shoes before you reentered the class or the house was automatic.
When the biggest worries of the week consisted of accidentally tearing the edge of that picture you drew and jumbling lmnop in front of the class and the thought that tonight might be fish night.
When reading was fun because you never did it alone, and the adults always used funny yet reassuring voices.
When lunch was packed for you with an extra side of love and you knew that someone who was happy to see you would always be waiting for the bus to drop you off.
When everyday the excitement of learning something new brought a smile to your face and made the world seem like it too was waiting for you.
When the three dimes, one quarter and two pennies that got left on the edge of the coffee table suddenly become yours.
When the world seemed more complicated than ever, but your mind was certain that the only real problem was the boogy-man, but he’ll stay away if you leave on the nightlight.
I miss the kindergarten days, when the world was beautiful because the thoughts were simple.
Yeah, I miss the kindergarden days.
Yeah, I miss the kindergarden days.
