Childhood Memories( Poem)

Childhood was the time
When I was really Fine
Friends, were there to chain
We then had danced in the rain
Cycles were our main vehicle

We then used to go and have pickle
Silly fights, arguments were our daily routine
Stealing fruits and having those were really Soothing
I am remembering all those now
Wish I could get my old friends again once... Moin Uddin