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Remember when the TV said goodnight?
The anthem played then all was static white?
We had the volume turned down really low
'Twas past our bedtime; parents didn't know
We giggled with excitement and with fright.
Remember when we wished with all our might
To find ice cream in the milk box shining bright?
But most weeks only eggs and milk you know
Remember when the days were pure delight?
Running to the field to fly our kite?
Your back was to the wind you hoped would blow
As the string spun through your fingers like a pro
And we soared up there with it taking flight
submitted for Theme Thursday, April 21, 2011