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Childhood memories

Home videos line the room of our obsession
Recreating what we saw and drawing
From our experience, making
It our own, unique.

Cloaks, beards, staffs, trees.
All props used to our own discretion,
Transforming them with our imagination
Ignoring reality.

We flew with fools, escaped to the ferry,
Even talked with trees in the backyard.
Dancing to the rhythm of the music,
We waved our hands in merriment.

Classic blunders lasted long enough
To be sources of laughter several takes later.
We romped and played in our masterpieces
And in the characters we portrayed.

Our memories last forever on a two-disc collection
Never to be viewed by the public eye.
We were talented enough for ourselves,
Being happy fools in costume.