so beautiful it was

I stepped out to smell the moist air,
so exquisite, the sky a glister.
Memories of childhood all come back to me,
running through the pouring rain, covered in mud with my sister.
Moths hoarding the living room, attracted to the glowing bright light.
Climbing up the creaking, ancient stairs, very cautiously.
Giving my gullible cousin a fright.
Drinking natural water straight from a well's bucket.
Pretending to star in a fresh water commercial in the bushes, so lush and green.
Feeding next door's animals, even though "next door" was a thousand miles away.
As these memories came back to me, I realised something sweeter than the mangoes growing on these trees,
this place has so many great memories to share, don't you wish everyone had a childhood as great as me?