Childhood
From sled riding in the backyard
On a hill so small but took you on a ride
Feeling like you were on a rollercoaster
And rainy days in the spring
With the smell of Tulips in the mist
And making mud pies
From having many dolls and cradling them
Like I was their mother
To the many tantrums I would have
When I just wanted to be heard
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