What could be better

 
What could be worse 

Roll the dice and risk your turn

Falling back into a wish 

A memory filled with bliss

A day in which you’ll never get back 

A place in which you’ll live in forever 

in another time

The beauty hurts to know what it once was 

Your panicked in love 

Soaking in a place of  above 

Melting in tears of happiness 

Laying in a flower bed of pain 

It hurts to think but not to imagine
What it could’ve been 

But you had to leave 

The portal is closing 

Glazed in joy 

Glistening in pain 

Like long since forgot reign of a beloved king 

Like the princess plans, foiled 

Locked away like the blood under your skin

Loved like a stuffie given away 

And here you stand 

Back again 

Water would always run down the sides of my mouth after hastily drinking a cold cup of water, exhausted from all the running. We would always makes sure no nieghbors door was missed, in excitement they would join us for a game of kick the can. When we had our tribe prepared to play, I would make an attempt at exclaiming the game, but usually was quickly drowned out from their laughing and chatting. After begging and getting my dad to be the seeker, he would start counting down and we would all run in different directions, hoping to learn by imitation. The only thing you could hear was the loud ribbits of the frogs, and occasionally a giggle from a hiding spot. Even now after years of practice at the game, I often find myself amazed at the places some people find to hide, or resort to hiding in. 

Since school is out during the summer there are many different possibilities of activities to fill your days with. There is spending time with friends, going swimming and camping. Those are common things to do during the summer. My summers did have swimming and hanging with friends but that was in between haying. Most of my summer days are spent in a field. Especially when I was younger my entertainment was running and somersaulting through the windrows with my younger sister. After it was all bailed up and brought home. We would have to put it away in the barn. Always right before my sister and I would climb up to the top of the hay and ride a little bit to the barn. Once the hay was emptied from the wagon we got to ride. Finally, my favorite thing to do after the hay was in the barn was to make a hay fort. Now you might have made a fort in your room with blankets and pillows but this is way better. We used to make huge forts with tunnels instead of doors.

You know when you’re little and your family always did that thing that made everyone happy and now you look back and it’s like where has all this gone? I have so many memories and moments that I think of every once and a while and it’s like wow. The one that hits the hardest was watching TV, usually the Dukes of Hazzard the original show, not the movies or anything. My family has the first three seasons. I know every one of those episodes by heart and which DVDs is too scratch to even work in the DVD player. When my sister and I were ready to watch we’d make popcorn in an air popper because we never had a microwave, melting the butter on the stovetop in a little cast iron pot. We would always put the Cabot popcorn cheese on it. We would be so excited we would pull the coach out from the walls and put them in rows like in the movie theater.