Moy

**In the Childhood Hall of Fame** Sidewalk chalk crowns and firefly glows, Tree forts where the wild wind blows. Scraped-knee trophies, popsicle stains, Gold medals earned on bike-chain trains. The stars were close when we’d swing so high, Laughs like fireworks lighting the sky. Mud-pie banquets, stick-sword fights, Dreams that stretched past porch-light nights. Oh, the records we set—never once signed, But etched in the clouds and the creek’s rushing rhyme. Legends untold, yet the whole world knew, Back when time was a game we could outrun barefoot. — *For the champions of sidewalk summers, Still running wild in memory’s hum.* ??