I once ran freely in shoes too small, Scraped knees, loud laughter, careless play, The sun seemed warmer on those days, And time was something far away.
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School bells rang like background noise, Lessons learned without much thought, Friends were chosen by shared smiles, Not by what life later taught.
I believed the world was simple then, That good things always stayed, That mistakes could be erased, And fears would quickly fade.
Now my shoes are worn and heavier, Each step slower, more aware, I walk with questions in my pockets, And responsibilities to bear.
Yet I still hear echoes of that child, In moments quiet and true, Reminding me of who I was, As I grow into someone new.
