High above the six feet of chain link fences that separate our 13by16 square footage of various weeds we called grass

Almost as tall as the branches of the old sap tree we loved to dangle from

Only then. with the air propelling my imagination did I dare to soar.   Freedom belongs to the birds I thought as my braids swayed in the breeze   my sister twirling beneath my feet eagerly awaiting her turn Mommy watched from the kitchen window

Daddy gave us the world with one simple rope,a wooden slate and my first push