I REMEMBER BACK IN THE OLD DAYS WHEN WE’D PLAY HIDE AND SEEK-
ONE WOULD COUNT TO ONE HUNDRED WHILE TRYING NOT TO PEEK.
AND THEN AFTER THE SEARCH WAS ON, AND THE HIDING ONE WOULD BE FOUND-
THE HOLLERED WORD “IT”, BECAME THE SEEKERS’ ULTIMATE SOUND.
FOR IT MEANT THAT NOW THE SEEKER WOULD GET A CHANCE TO HIDE-
I NEVER SEEMED TO HIDE GOOD ENOUGH, NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRIED.
SO I BECAME “IT” MORE TIMES THAN I COULD COUNT BACK THEN-
BUT I’D STILL PLAY THE GAME OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
FOR THE ART TO PLAY OUTSIDE WAS IN STYLE AT THE TIME-
NOT PLAYING OUTSIDE WOULD HAVE FELT LIKE A CRIME.
KIDS BACK THEN DIDN’T WANT TO STAY COOPED UP INSIDE-
WE’D RATHER HAVE PLAYED A GAME OR TAKEN A SCOOTER RIDE.
OR PLAY HOPSCOTCH, OR A LITTLE TAG-
IN THE “TO DO” CATEGORY, OUR LIST DIDN’T LAG.
TO RUN AND PLAY JUST LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY-
JUST GIVE ME A PIECE OF CHALK AND I’LL SHOW YOU THE WAY.
ONE, TWO, HOP, AND GIVE MYSELF A CHANCE TO PICK UP MY ROCK-
THREE, FOUR, A QUICK GAME CAN APPEAR TO TEMPORILY TURN BACK THE CLOCK.
-2008-
Oct 26, 2015 @ 09:33:44
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