Back then, we were free
range kids, our lives
unfettered by adult 

At only 6, we walked
in pairs to the town pool,
a quarter mile through fairy
tale woods,

rode bikes to the little
league field. The only
grownups there were coaches.
We climbed old apple trees

up to the slenderest creaky
limbs, watched the game
from our high perch. No one
told us to come down.