Drift Away
Take me back to simpler days of water balloon fights and hide N go seek. The days of carefree boys and girls whose only objective for the day was to have plenty of fun. Girls jumping rope or playing hopscotch under the breezeway. Cool R&B tunes played by the cool dudes under the building watching a game of pitching pennies. Take me back to the sounds of a 16 inch clincher smacking off a bat and the cheers from the crowd lined up along the foul lines to see those Unknown Pro’s become softball legends. Kids in the playground swing in the swings and playing on the monkey bars and jumping off at the sound of the ice cream truck making its way down Federal St. Those were the days when hope was alive and well. And one day when we were all grown up we’d have our own stories to tell. Passing on these memories and lessons learned to our children yet to come. When candy was a penny and the joy of chewing Bub’s Daddy’s Bubble Gum. Take me back to the times of running down the stairs