Remember the wonders of being a child,
back when the nights were spooky and the days were wild?
When a tickling finger left you beguiled,
and gray old objects clad in dust quickly restyled?
There in the corner, a dirty cardboard case,
but look again, a shuttle ready to travel through space!
Or an entity of speed for winning a race,
Anything old can become an imaginary place!
Backyards turned to lands of fantasies,
Woods of mystery were formed by scattered trees!
Plains of rolling hills or the Seven Seas?
Feeling the breath of a dragon in a summer breeze!
The creak in the night was something to dread,
And an unknown beast was waiting underneath your bed!
Your door cracks open, you certainly are dead,
but it is your mother giving you a kiss on the head.
Growing out is bad, although growing up is not,
When you keep your kid alive, you will learn an awful lot.
And being creative is never all for naught,
as long as you remember what your inner kid taught.
Jefferson Woodridge is a sophomore at Grand Island Senior High in Nebraska. He enjoys storytelling in most formats be it writing poems, plays, novels, songs, and even acting.