I Was Once Six

The campers last week were first and second graders and it caused me to reflect on being a six year old.


I Was Once Six
By larry r Linville

I’ve forgotten or never knew
what it’s like to be six years old.
I think I was pretty bashful
at least that’s what I’ve been told.

When I see kids that age today
there is such a different tone.
Some want to sit and talk to me
While others want to be alone.

I learned the alphabet at home
from a Crisco can I’d repeat
but kids learn it more quickly
while watching Sesame Street.

I guess kids are always the same
no matter what’s thought by adults.
Perhaps it’s when we’re looking back
that we get other results.

Maybe it’s their curious minds
that make them look for what’s new
as we think in our advanced years
that our days of learning are through.