In the lazy daze days of Junebugs, swinging on an old used tire hanging from a tree. The dust would kick up from the dried red clay. The Peanut Man would come along, singing something about, "Old fools..."

My shoestrings were full of knots, but I paid it no never mind. Taking a shine to a seesaw and monkey bars. Life was full of daydreams, Mars, and Moon Pies.
  
My make-believe friend, Mr. Bear, and I would often have tea and crackers beneath the front porch. Often times listen to mom sing as she snapped green beans.

Now! life is what it is, and has turned the old house into a Shopping Mall. But I can still hear the echoes of the Peanut Man. In the lazy daze days of Junebugs