We were about ten to eleven,

We tired of riding around our home town,

We were actually tired of it by seven,

So we rode to the next town, island down,

Avalon was the name, they had mountains…

The sand dunes located mid town,

Of course along the beach,

They were to us, who had never seen real mountains,

Mountainous & full of adventure, a place to play army,

And they were pretty far out of our parents reach…

Up and down we rolled, pretending to be shot,

The dunes were covered in trees where we hid a lot,

Once we happened upon two lovers doing the “dirty”,

We watched for a long time, then I got bored,

Threw a can down off the dune,

That ended their display, making my friends at me mad…

Was time then to ride our bikes home,

Over the inlet bridge we rode,

From 93^rd in TI to 44^th in Sea Isle,

As always got home in time for dinner,

That day I will always cherish,

That day for all of us was really a winner…J