One Memory, One Child

Bad memories never easily fade.
So also are good memories made.
I miss the days when we’d played in the rain.
When we had little worries and pain.
When there was so little to hide and more to seek.
And Friday was my favourite day of the week.
I remember one Friday, when I was seven.
I was in school, waiting for time to pass eleven.
When the bell rang, we all hurried out with our bags.
My friends and i, “Jungle hunting” was one of the hashtags.
We headed straight to a crooked jungle.
It was our first, so we prayed against any bungle
For we disbelieved what were told by some of our friends.
That the jungle was as safe as heaven at all ends,
And it was filled with fine fruits as it was in Eden.
There we were, right in the middle of no where
When suddenly, one giant dog did appear,
Away we all ran after our fear.
Some got bitten, while bruises others won
Then we vowed never again to return.

Tochi