Somewhere over the rainbow.....

skys change color all the time

crows scream

you can always hear laughter or singing

boys do not need I-pods, but will use a bucket and toothbrushes as musical instruments for their dance parties

the meals never change

nobody knows or cares what an I-Phone is

there are leaves that are the size of children

blue eyes are a rare sight.

I have found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.