Friday, July 8, 2011

Cushing, Oklahoma. Ages 2-8

Squeaking swingsets and the smell of wet, cool sand
The dark wood of a play house,
tiny hands and too short legs
that force me to crawl up to the top level
A massive house, dark back rooms for hide and seek,
secret passageways, running at top speed
Grape ice cream and watching the land before time over and over and over
Racing to the pond for another adventure so exciting it steals your breath
Running through the shade and never ever being afraid of the dark

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