Remember when it was really fun to catch raindrops on your tongue,
walk under archways just because they were there,
and roll down grassy hills?
To go all the way to the store for a slushy,
lie in the grass looking for pictures in the clouds,
and make shadow puppets on the walls?
To watch the stars because it looks like they’re winking at you,
count the flowers in the garden,
not step on the cracks,
and make forts for you and your friends to hang out in?
Can these things still be fun when you’re 23??
…because they are to me.