any picture comes to my mind,
i try to give it a body of words,
love to sit on other blooms,
for honey, color, fragrance........
Nice poem about the mischievous activities of childhood. It made me nostalgic.
Mine was an apple tree...Thanks for reminding me.
Oh, I think I would have enjoyed knowing you as a child. I used to climb an apple tree rather than a mango tree. I am surprised you had bats and balls...thinking of baseball here. Then again it must be cricket. Smiles.
I loved reading the memories of your games. I was some kind of a 'wild child' too. I was find of playing outdoor and during my first visit to England enjoyed learning how to play cricket. I think our games were a bit more adventurous than those of the kids of today. This is sad.
Lovely. I enjoyed that!
I think we all have that child inside!
ah this is me as well...always in the woods....e would hardly come home until we knew it was time for dinner...off building forts and fighting invisible monsters.....
I love how kids all over the world do so many of the same kinds of games. You poem could be set anywhere! Thanks.
i so enjoyed reading about the little pieces of your childhood...much like you, i think i played with a little bit of everything. when you have a good enough imagination...anything can become a toy!
this is a little piece of magic that just says so much, just beautifully from the heart.
Sounds like you had a great childhood and wonderfully wild hair. Love the photo. Keep that little girl inside always.
Can identify.Do miss my special trees too...Nicely shared.
Childhood is important and lucky are those who have good memories.
Thank you for stopping by and sharing your valuable thoughts.........