Fireworks in the summer, we woke the neighbors
Late July nights
And day long hikes
First time burned in the Honda Civic
Going 100 in the snow
We crashed, oh no
That half built tree house destroyed in the storm exploring was the norm
Reached the top of Old Rag and White Oak
And then there was Libby
God I hated her
But you grew
And moved away
Take me back to the good old days.