Young and Pretty

Remember when we were young and pretty? 
or was it the other way around?
when we played on the swings
and did all kinds of things
on our magical merry-go-round

Did the sun really shine that brightly?
was the air that exquisitely sweet?
yes it was, we were there
with the wind in our hair
and sand on the soles of our feet

Those memories will be with me forever
in a treasure chest under my bed
and there’s never a day
when those movies don’t play
again and again in my head