I love this from “Comfortably Numb”
When I was a child,
I caught a fleeting glimpse
out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look and it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now,
The child has grown
the dream is gone.
*sniff*
Sigh... but we sailed high
I could not express my childhood in a book or a tome but I love Mylife.
I was just saying the other day how privileged I was to harvest the eggs, churn the butter and scrape the hogs.
I am serious.
It makes me weep to see those days pass