I Remember That Old Sofa

I remember that old sofa in the house where we lived. The fun we use to have, growing up as kids. It was our trampoline when Momma left the room. It was the funnest thing when she didn't come back too soon. It held us when we giggled as we sat and watched tv, or as we sat in silence during some spine tingling mystery. It often was a sick bed while in the midst of colds or flu, or for stretching out upon when there wasn't much to do. I remember that old sofa in the house where we lived. The fun we use to have, growing up as kids! Written by: S. Matheson 10/8/2004