Memories

As I run up the driveway,
laughing and screaming,
I smell the fresh paint,
of my newly pink room
I see the ruby red apples,
blooming on the apple tree.
I skip down the sidewalk,
spying my mother through the window,
pounding apples for fresh, warm apple sauce.
As I tumble by her,
she yells to me that the hot tub is ready.
I gallop my way over,
stripping down to my diaper,
and hop in with my floaties.
I scream and play in the hot tub,
splashing with my neighbors.
I see the swing set,
yearning for me to come and play.
I scramble out of the hot tub,
still in my diaper,
and jump on the first swing in sight.
After pumping the swing,
making it go faster and faster,
I hop off and begin climbing the tower slide.
I hear my father call for me,
saying that it's time for bed.
My day was extravagant,
and tonight, as I lie in my little bed,
I will dream of my next journey.