___I can remember when I was a boy
how much fun it was to throw dirt clogs
and play with wart frogs instead of girls
___It was okay for a boy to be a boy
to ride a Schwinn bike without a helmet
down the steepest hill in the neighborhood
with your feet up on the handlebars was cool
not anyone's idea of dangerous or irresponsible
___There were trees to climb instead of hug
___There were forts to defend with cap guns and boyish honor
___There was the liberty of being free to be a kid
with the occasional intrusion of spinach....broccoli...or a bath....
___ Life for me technically ended at age eleven........
2007 ©Ted Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-nothing-like-flying-over-the-handlebars-of-a-schwinn/