It's a magical world, Hobbes ol' buddy

The smell of cardboard as you closed the lid and ventured to lost and exotic lands.
Laughing at all the colours of ink hugging your hands.

When the world could be summed up in an assortment of Lego pieces.
Jumping from table to couch to chair as the lava increases.

Singing as loud as you can, even if the words are mostly forgotten.
Grass stains on jeans, cuts on knees, and tears in the cotton.

When you could see your house from the tops of the trees.
Begging for just a little bit longer: "Mom, pretty please!?"

When the greatest feat was the number of cards you could stack,
and sticks were swords fending off dragon attacks.

Days when yesterday was great and tomorrow's for later.
Day dreams of white sails and strong winds along the equator.

I just wished we could go back and get the world to stand still,
so we could get in our red little wagon and speed back down the hill.