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