Dear Summer

Dear Summer,

I can hear the kids outside playing. They're running barefoot on the hot, black street. They're playing games I played and some they've just made up. They're talking about people they like and food they don't and how to pick the lock on their big sisters diary.

I want to go back.
Back when I could actually go barefoot on the streets.
Back when Pokemon was the meaning of life and kids judged they're life's quality on how much Pokemon merchandise they owned.
Back when I didn't care if I always lost a bike race with the boy and girl who lived next door.
Back when girls fought over who would be Bubbles when we played PowerPuff Girls.

The kids are now riding their bikes around the street. I remember when we would ride ours around the entire trailer park. That was before we knew we had child molesters and killers living here. I miss how I looked at the world back then. It was innocent. It was beautiful. The at the time the worst thing we could imagine happening was the ice cream truck passing us by as we waved our dollars in the air.

Dear Summer, keep them safe. Don't let them become corrupt like we did. Let them stay as innocent and sweet as possible for as long as possible. We grew up to be horrible people but don't let that happen to them. Spare them.