When I Was Eight Years Old

Dedicated to the Domingo-Alsinas and their backyard

When I was eight years old, 
I really loved to swing,
I liked to run and dance about, 
And I really liked to sing. 

To feel the wind run through my hair, 
And then fill up my lungs, 
Oh what joy to have no cares, 
To live from fun to fun. 

When I was eight years old, 
I really loved to swing, 
But then a big kid laughed,
At my love for children’s things. 

So I left my throne of joy, 
And I tried to toughen up,
To be a man and not a boy,
And I’m still stuck in that rut. 

Because now I’m twenty-five, 
And I still love to swing, 
And dream that if I swing high enough,
I’ll grow a pair of wings. 

I’d grow a pair of wings, 
And swing into the sun,
I’d fly high into the breeze, 
And I’d live from fun to fun.