I miss the rooftop climbs
As a kid, I collected rocks and they rocked
It's what kept me alive
I was a wimp
A shy girl wearing pants that didn't fit
In a small world like mine, that was as comfy as it gets
My brother and I used to wait for our ride after school
We walked across the pole and realized we weren't alone
As the lunch lady passed, the door never closed
It felt like a sign to enter or to let it go
An earthquake of nerves in a hollowed out
auditorium lunchroom
If we weren't alone, we'd be nothing but doomed
We emptied sugar packets in our hands
and there was nothing else to get into
We weren't thieves, just kids that liked sugar
It was a one time thing
Shoulda, coulda, woulda, we did
~Tina Meeks
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