The hat of memories

A bunch of stained memories bundled together,
Tied with our hearts and stories.
Woven into my soul, names engraved into its core,
A place I will never forget.

The thrill of the bell!
Grab and run, first to the swings,
Gossip to catch, secrets to tell,
What wonder will this day hold?

Piles at the playground, Under the swings,
Make sure not to get caught.
“No hat, No play, tut tut tut,”
The teachers always recite.

Every day, all the same,
Until one day it ran out.
The time we spent, the life we had,
Moments, no longer there.