I never understood that line in the song, but here are some of my childhood memories:
Watching my feet hit the ground in a new pair of red Keds.
Feeling the sugar from a Pixie Stick land on my tongue.
The anguish I felt when I thought the boy in the ambulance was my little brother.
Watching my father help the elderly and blind people cross--while I sat in the car, parked facing downward, in the middle of the steep San Francisco streets.
Morgan--a beautiful boy with long, dark hair--my first crush in 4th grade.
The helplessness I felt as I stood by and watched someone steal my bike.
My stuffed dog, Boo, whose face came off in the wash, but who was even cuter after my mother drew on a new one.
The squishy clay between my fingers at Lake Anza.
My father sitting at the edge of my bed--strumming his guitar and singing to me as I fell asleep.
At my favorite Italian restaurant, when I cried at the table because my big brother convinced me my Chicken Parmegian was actually an elephant's ear.
Watching my mother apply her eye make-up--imagining she was a magic, mysterious and beautiful queen.