do they even make puddles anymore?
a childhood lived on the inside of a house instead of on the outside of a house is wrong. it isn't even a childhood.
childhood has to have puddles. it has to have mud pies and the sprinkler. no kid can grow up in america, turn out to be half-way decent, and never dive from the high dive for the first time with everybody cheering.
you gotta walk to school. you don't gotta walk 5 miles in a snowstorm but you at least gotta walk till you find a puddle. if the puddle comes after the school building, well, tough. tell your teacher you were on a field trip.
because you were.
you were on your knees, next to a puddle, and you saw clear to china. you traced the rainbow somebody left in it with their car oil. while they were driving somewhere important. fast.
you stopped at the five and dime and bought a popsicle. even if it was 8:00 in the morning. and you floated the stick like a boat.
in the puddle.
the one that isn't there anymore.
