Wanting To Go Back In Time

Wanting to go back to a time when younger, being with Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles, playing with cousins exclusively, having such a great time. Feeling loved and cared for, until one day Dad was told he had to move to a dry state or he would die, that's how we ended up in Phoenix, Arizona. This happened when this poet was just eleven years old, crying for the first three months every day, missing everyone whom I had ever loved and been loved by in life. Eventually getting used to the desert and the loneliness that had become this poetical being, now loving the desert, having made friends and learning how to cope with major changes in life at a young age.