remember when it was exciting to blow bubbles in chocolate milk? or how a fairy tale was all you needed on a friday night? oh, or the incomparable attractivness the space from your lost tooth has for your tongue? god it felt soo good to slide over that slick crevasse. you could never stop. it was everyone's first addiction i'm pretty sure.
i remember swingsets and sandboxes and splinters and gardens and the complete confidence in who i was. the whisperings exchanged between bunkbeds, the palaces constructed of trusty blankets who all had names, all dogs go to heaven, the stinky cheese man. when i decided to run away from home and ran back crying after a block. that time when the police officer told me and caroline not to skate on frozen puddles and how badass we thought we were. bellevue christian school's playground. when me and erin danced in the rain in the middle of the street with our barbies. the hill. the snow. the plants that i can now identify in our yard. the bus stop. when caroline threw up on our way to our very first girl scout meeting. the halloween carnival. counting candy and then eating it all in like 2 days. discovering swear words. when someone was there to tell you what to do. dad.
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