Just spent a lovely relaxing Father's Day lunch with my Dad and family. We discussed lots of memories, some of which, I'd not heard before. So I chose this as my Poem of the Day because in it I tried to encapsulate some of the wonderful mixed-up-edness of being a kid.

Chicken! We would shout.
If you didn't race across the road.
When everyone else did. 
We stood, gasping for glory.
At our outstanding bravery,
From the other side, we would laugh.
At the 'fraidy cats.
But then they would cross.
The empty road.
Sauntering and smiling.
We pretended not to notice.
As the revelling quietly subsided. 

KM Pearce, Nurturing the Roots