- The smell of lilacs from the bushes in the backyard
- The simplicity of dirt, water and what they could be
- The afternoons spent with my Barbies on the front porch
- The determination of making the swing go even higher
- The belief that THIS year the rhubarb that I pulled from the ground would be sweet, not bitter
- The stain of green on my hands and the smell of green in the air as I tended to the garden
- The silence of the earth while lying back in a fresh blanket of snow
- The sense of adventure, taking off for the day on my bike - new places to find my independence
- The excitement of slumber parties - the danger of the Ouija board and the endless giggles
- The competition of who could stay under water the longest
- The disappointment of just how boring a pogo stick was
- The nights of potential at the roller rink, pompoms on my skates, comb in my back pocket
- The first and last days of school
Showing posts with label pogo sticks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pogo sticks. Show all posts
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Rhubarb, Pogo Sticks and Pompoms
Labels:
blooming,
childhood memories,
existence,
knowingness,
pogo sticks,
pompm,
rhubarb
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