Remember those Kindergarden Days?

Can’t you remember clinging to your mom the first day of kindergarten?
Remember racing to the front row of the class?
No longer is it playing with blocks
No longer is it playing soccer at recess
No longer is it putting your lunch box in the cubby hole
No longer is it holding the flag for the pledge
School is now getting to class on time
It is now a place of rules and regulations
It is getting two to three hours of homework a night
Oh, how I miss those days of Children’s World
Remember when rocking chairs could be roller coasters,
Bouncing on your bedroom bed meant you were walking on the moon,
Or when swinging high on a swing with your eyes closed meant you were flying through space?
Now we are stuck in this learning prison
From seven twenty five till two fifteen for one hundred and eighty days
That seem to go on forever.
When we are released in June
We are relieved, and we embrace the season of love
Most of us dread the sixth of September, but
No longer do our parents dress us in silly outfits,
Nor take a billion and one pictures,
Now they wake us up and tell us to get ready,
Then we leave and get on a bus or in a car and go to school,
Not once looking back at our parents,
Who once before twelve years ago I was holding on to,
And begging not to make me go to that first day of kindergarten.
But if I was given the chance to go back,
And walk through the doors of Fredrick C. Murphy Primary School again,
And walk into the same kindergarten classroom again, I would within a heartbeat.
For fear that in two years I will be forced to cling to my parents again
Before I start my first year of college,
And face the scary world
My parents tried so hard to protect me from
My entire life.