No Letter "A"

Recently I found myself thinking of times when I would munch upon every bit of food in sight.  My pops bestowed upon me the title of “Loki” short for locust due to the problem of me gobbling everything in the fridge.  The title stuck with me, now I find it common to be referred to by Loki.  The simple and growing times of being boys, long gone, yet I think upon frequently.  Once school finished, I took the bus home or my pops picked me up, munched on some refreshments to keep me energized, then off I sprinted.  Flying top speed through the woods, climbing to the very tops of trees, creeping through mud and looking into the life of insects.  Boys will be boys; once I got home my clothes were thoroughly covered in dirt plus clumps of green sod.  Time flew by since then, no longer do I run through the trees, visit the life of insects or climb trees, yet I long for those simple times once more.