Stephanie Wilson

Whether they were on the little league t-ball team

Or the geeky clarinet player,

Everyone has that one memory they wish they could return to.

The memory of

Transforming the neighborhood into an urban city,

Making lamp posts stop signs

And kids of bicycles into police officers.

The memory of

Forcing their little sibling to play house,

And having tea parties with stuffed animals.

The memory of

Watching the Patriot’s Day parade

While running a sweet pink lemonade stand

And fighting over who gets the biggest share.

Every recalls that one special day

Hoping they can soon return

To when no one cared about what car you drive,

But rather how fast you could throw a ball.