Childhood

is sitting on the moon 

and swinging your feet off the edge, 

It is believing the sky is blue because that’s your mother’s favorite color, and she is the best person you know. 

It is smelling every lavender bush you see despite all the fuzzy bees threatening to sting

your perfect nose 

It is seeing warmth in every person you look up to 

Or laughter in every rolley-polley that curls itself by your toes It is the love you

share with anyone 

who believed that chocolate milk came from brown cows.