Today I found this play doh in my bag
I forgot to bring an artifact but it’s perfect

When I was very young, maybe preschool I would play with it
Now it reminds me of being free 

From responsibility, worry
Being a kid was so fun

I was entertained by playing with colorful, lumpy clay stuff
Now it’s just a forgotten item in my bag 
I only have it because a teacher gave it to me

Now I don’t really like play doh
It gets on my hands and feels weird
After I touch it I always want to wash my hands
I wouldn’t have thought about that fifteen years ago

In life so much changes as you get older
Is that sad?