juvenile

Throw me back in the sandbox;
Where it all began.
When a degree didn’t matter;
Just a helping hand.
Find me sitting on the swings;
Just as happy as can be.
Blasting off in a rocket ship;
Imagination is key.
Now I’m staring at my Calc book;
My parents would be so proud.
But not as thrilled as I could be,
Simply watching the clouds.