children

I moved recently. There are lots of kids that live in my new complex. I always see them riding their bikes and yelling and laughing. They walk with that funny carefree kid swagger, and I know they are having grand adventures. I was awoken at 8am on Saturday to them playing baseball outside my window. I wasn't too crazy about that, but I'm glad they were having fun.

There are 2 girls that live 2 floors below me, on the ground level, and they have pitched a tent outside their house. I hear them giggling inside it as I walk by. A few days ago, I saw the older one outside selling stuff. She had shells, so I bought one for my room. Seeing her reminded me of when I was a kid, and used to do stuff like that. I used to bake cookies, load them in my wagon, and go around trying to sell them to the neighbors. My mom was nice enough to pay for the ingredients, and it's a good thing, because I never made enough to cover the costs. Another time I dragged a bunch of stuff out of our attic and tried to have a tag sale. I was like 10, but I made a sign and put it at the end of the road, and set all this stuff up in the yard. I probably made 5 bucks, after sitting out there all day. But I loved it. I'm not sure why. And this other girl loves it too, 'cause I saw her out there again yesterday.