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By nakoLa, Springhill, FL

You remember the good old days?

When we ran and ran further until out of breath
Full of life, panting-sweating
Falling; for gravity was a friend
The earth a next door neighbor
Climbing on trees and through bushes
Scraping knees and picking berries
The cherry tree in front of
my house seemed to be mine
Yes mine alone!
Yet I shared with my brothers and my brother’s friends and some neighbors and their neighbors as well
Playing with cats – who would think they were dirty?!
Playing with leaves and playing with snow
Getting wet and getting cold, I’d go numb
We went home laughing out loud

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