Warrenton is mainly where I grew up with my dad.
10 acres of grass and trees,
2 large ponds where I've caught the most fish
Dirt bike trails where I've had sweat and blood put in,
My mom lives in Arkansas so I visit quite often,
I visit on every break I can get off school
I remember the childhood memories the most,
They were the best of memories.
Everyone has the good memories,
Everyone has the bad memories,
But you can never forget the childhood memories.
It starts out with the best of dreams anywhere from
Riding the dinosaur through the streets,
To flying helicopters over the city.
As a child the imagination is the greatest
Anything is an adventure,
Even trying to get to the restroom was a task,
Walking down the long tan hallway
being a spy and dodging bullets,
from the bad guys.
Then when I was able to go outside was the best.
I had a PW80 Yamaha dirt bike.
Where I tore at the ground, with the small tires
The trail is strictly a mud trail.
More like a gunk, once you get stuck it's hard to get out.
The air runs rich of oil and gas.
The trees are everywhere which adds a echo to the exhaust.
Those are the Childhood memories that hit me the most
The ones that stick to you like mud.