When I was young in Seldovia things were different than the things of today We never worried about clothes and had only one pair of shoes We didn’t have cars, stereos, or TVs We made our own fun with hikes and boat rides We played games of cops and robbers, hide-and-go-seek, Anti I Over, and ice skating on the lakes We were free to roam the beaches and the woods We had no fears of intruders in our homes Our doors were never locked—Of course we had nothing to steal If we needed a dime, we’d look under the boardwalk Money was always dropped through the cracks in the walk by the fishermen coming from the bars We had lots of picnics in the summer at night We would light a big bonfire, talk and sing and we would roast marshmallows Dancing was my thing anytime anywhere We would play the “jute box” in the dance hall in town dancing to polkas, schottische, and waltzes all night long Even on Sunday if a grown-up would come they would open the hall and we would dance all day long Now the times have changed The boardwalks are gone The Caps Hill in town was used as landfill because the earthquake had caused subsidence The people have moved because the canneries are gone It’s lonely there now and it doesn’t feel like home So now and then I wander through the little town of Seldovia and remember those times when I was young in Seldovia