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Childhood
By Olivia Murphy
age: 14
California
Highlands park,
our place of childhood.
Slipping,
sliding down a dirty hill,
blues clues band-aid,
purple jelly shoes,
and a pink bathing suit,
with ruffles on the waist.
Brown wild hair on shoulders,
clutching little sister's hand,
I show her the best place,
to eat her sandwich,
we got at B.L.S,
and dry off from the river.
Mom sits on a towel,
watchful eyes,
over a new mystery novel.
Two little girls,
splashing.
First we're mermaids,
then we're pirates,
no end to our ideas.
In a little town's river,
we rode our dolphins,
and escaped from endless heat.
"Five minuets left!"
We duck under,
pretending not to hear,
lingering in the cool water.
Back up the slippy sliddy hill,
now sister has a band-aid too.
I lost mine in the water.
Racing on the dirt path,
away from Highlands park,
our place of childhood.
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