The first one I remember, not so long ago, I was a little boy all bundled up, protected from the snow. 
The kitchen smelled like chocolate cake, my friends were at the door, of our little house in Oregon the day that I turned four.  
We didn’t have a lot of things, but we wanted all we had.  What more could I have asked for but a loving mom and dad?

My thoughts and dreams go back to then and echo in my mind, so vivid in their wonder, so precious in their time.  Me and Darryl wild and free, like it was yesterday, and daddy always went to work, while momma let us play. 
We lived and loved and left a mark upon that little town.  Everything was smiles back then, we never wore a frown.

Another minute passing by,  a minute gone away.  Another one I can’t take back, or spend another day.  As fantastic as it was for me, it was all I’d ever known.  So safe and warm and full of love, that place that I called home. 
I know I can’t go back to then, and even if I could, with all the gifts He’s given me, I just don’t think I would.