felt like home... young and the pretty and smart

Maybe its the willow trees drooping around the river bank.
Reminding me of my kindergarten days in China.
Where I was sitting underneath the willow trees with my friends.
Talking about what our futures would be like.
And how silk worms made silk.

It brought back memories
of wind blowing through my hair as I sat on the swings.
of avoiding the afternoon naps by going to the toilet together
even though I did not need to go.
of wetting my pants