I remember
When the stoep was bright like a Sunbeam and we slid Cobra’s across the kitchen floors
When grannies rode sticks and sniffed Taxi’s, old timers smoked Boxers
The ice cream truck came round and sold us happiness with strawberry sauce and we licked it right down our hands before the sun got to it
When ice came in flavours and popcorn fell from the rainbow
When stones were soft and animals talked
When the hair was real but the shoes were fake
When you always used a brush so that the North Star could shine eternally
When you could touch the music and get an autograph
When we were all boys and we were all girls but we couldn't tell the difference
When my Sunday best fit just right, careful not to spill desert on it
When we watched the Christmas sun dance with cotton candy clouds
When we got all our toys from mother nature and imagination taught us new games
When we Summer’d all year and Winter wasn’t mean
When the streets lights came on and told us to go home
We didn't mind though, tomorrow was a myth and we were fine
Just the way we were
being a child is a beautiful thing ... the imagination is wide.
Wow, taking me back yo....the pic is illin.
i remember how we would always get hyped up when the apollo light didn't work coz we would get home late and say the light hadn't gone on yet. the days when we traded bottles for a plastic full of ghetto snacks, back when we knew nothing of what msg was. the days when we would make fun of the guy sitting at the back of the coal truck... gone are those days