Recess

I miss being young and free,

My only worry was who I was going to play with at recess.

I miss running outside on the playground,

The slide that always burned me while going down. 

I miss the sound of the squeaky swings.

I miss running,

I miss the smell of mulch,

The mulch getting inside the soles of my gym shoes. 

I miss trying to get all the way across the monkey bars without falling.

The sound of kids screaming.

Most of all I miss being young, 

Having no responsibilities,

Being carefree about anything and everything.

I miss recess.

I crave the sweet satisfaction of recess.