My Childhood

My childhood was a tapestry of colors,
A canvas painted with the brush of wonder.
It was a symphony of sound and light,
A universe of magic, oh so bright.

I remember the taste of salt on my lips,
The feel of sand between my fingertips.
I remember the smell of the ocean breeze,
The sound of seagulls soaring with ease.

I remember the games we played,
The stories we told, the secrets we made.
The adventures we had, the worlds we explored,
The joys we felt, the dreams we adored.

But most of all, I remember the feeling,
Of pure and unadulterated healing.
The kind that only comes from being young,
With everything still left unsung.

Childhood was a time of infinite possibilities,
Of hope and faith and carefree abilities.
And though I am older now and have moved on,
My childhood memories are forever gone.

But they live on in my heart and my soul,
A reminder that life is more than just a goal.
It's a journey, a story, a tapestry of light,
A canvas painted with colors, oh so bright.