Stink bombs in the nighbors yard,
Stretch with a sharp knife,
Super powers with capes,
This was our childhood.
Speed radar alarms going off,
Hear the cars driving up,
The dog is coming after us,
This is when we run.
Off to KenKraft with our pennies,
Slip n' slides and BB guns,
Catching fish with butterfly nets,
This was our childhood.
Mud pies sprinkled with grass,
Exploding eggs in the microwave,
But dippy eggs in the girlled cheese maker,
This is how we cooked.
Summers full of sunflower seeds,
Nights of endless sleepovers,
Kick the can around the house,
This was our childhood.
Longboards and bikes,
Motorcycles and 4-wheelers,
Go-peds and powerwheels,
This is how we rolled.
Hiking with our picnics,
Broken bones, Scars, and bloody noses,
Exploring with our pocket knives,
This was our childhood.
But then one day he moved away,
And that is when our childhood ended.
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