As a child

There was always:
Something to do;
somewhere to go;
objects to find;
structures to build;
games to play;
friends to visit;
books to read;
holes to dig;
animals to love;
balls to throw;
stories to invent;
hills to run down;
bicycles to pedal;
people to observe;
tadpoles to catch;
daydreams to dream.

But that was yesterday, which has certainly gone.

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