What Are You Doing?

I used to come home from school every day, would flyup the stairs to my room, which was smaller than this bar. I get into my play clothes, fly out of the door. My mother never once said, where are you going? Where am i going? I'm doing kidship. That's where i'm gong. But fakis it to you. What do you do between three and six? I don't know, and i don't care either. Its people were just rugged. You ride your bik to a place alone as eight year old. And wilemens were so important, wa, who we were is that you had weird opportunities with older kids