None of us old folk ever talk about 
how we were forced to play outside
every weekend and every summer day 
from sunup until streetlights glow. 

All those sun burnt faces, 
shoulders and ears, 
wet clothes and frozen toes.
sweltering heat, torrential rain, 
blizzards of drifting snow.
 
But oh, 
how we do love to ramble on
about how much fun we had watching
mud puddles drying, 
icicles melting, 
and how excited we were to watch the grass grow
into yet another year.