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
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What a beautiful picture! I can see you, your sister, your dad, and your yard. Simple things seem to last the longest.