I dream of the good old times..

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I’m dream of …

I dream of the good old times,

When I could play with dolls and pony.

I dream of the good old days,
When all the colors turned into a rainbow every time I looked up into the heaven.

I dream of the good old times,

When I was running in the forest screaming out of top of my lunge
and when I could climb high into the tree and not be afraid not to fall down.

I dream of the good old times,

When you were making snow angels in the snow with friends and your family.

Or when the first snow for the season had fallen down on your nose.

I dream of the good old times,

When I skipping and laughing, smiling and having a good time.

I dream of the good old times,

When the birthday parties were nothing more but fun, mom’s birthday cake,

and balloons in different colors.

I dream of the good old times,

When you were yelled at for coming late in at night, just because

Your parents were worried just because they loved you.

- where did all the dreams go??

written by Janne-Mari (C) 2009