A penny for your thoughts?

I remember when we were kids. You'd ride around on your trike with me in the cart at the back. We seemed to be going so fast, and I'd put my hands on the wheels beside me. Oh boy that hurt, but it was okay, you know? Because we were having fun.
And we lived right next to the forest so we gave the fence a gate. It was like an extention of our backyard. We'd make secret passages through the trees, and knew all the best ones to use when playing tag, or hide and seek. The blackberry bushes were the 'prickle bushes' that we'd climb fearlessly into to get the good ones at the back. Getting out was the hard part. I remember we were told to wear our old clothes if we wanted to do that, which was fine by us because looks didn't matter.
I remember the boy next door was digging a hole in the forest one day 'just because', and it was enough of a reason for us, so we joined in. Five kids, five spades, ten blistered hands and a giant hole, a decent six metres long and two metres deep.
I remember afew years later when the council came and filled the hole in. And even though it was only there because some kids were bored one day, I was sad when it was gone.
I remember we used to collect pinecones and stick eyes on them to make owls. You got bored of yours as soon as they were done so they took refuge in my room, but soon enough they started to fall apart into nothing. Dead i guess, but it was hard to let go of them.
I remember you used to hug me, but then you were ten. You were too old and I was too annoying. Most of the time I don't care about that, but sometimes I think it would have been nice if things had turned out differently.