I dream of the puddles from April rains

of the pink candy floss sugar fluff at the fair 

of holding hands while crossing the streets 

of the warm hugs and pats on the head

of the innocence, oh the innocence 

Of being a child

I dream of trips to grandma's 

of the boys who would pull my pigtails and chase me on the playground 

of the drawings I'd give my parents

I dream of a childhood that I wish was my own

I dream of the memories I'd have now 

And the people I'd reminisce with 

Of the old clothes I'd remember wearing 

Of the games I used to play 

Of the songs I used to sing

Of the way I used to be 

But I do not remember 

I do not know my younger self

I dream of her, but those dreams are a figment of my imagination, not a memory

I wish I could clearly see the girl I was before I created "me"