my bruised knees
what happens to the magic of being young?
of being small? Where does it all go?
Holding your breath through tunnels or over bridges as you watch the water run deep underneath. Sitting and watching flecks of dust in a ray of sunshine because just a moment before you thought you saw fairies dancing there. Feeling so happy about something that you just don't know what to do except to hug the nearest available thing, whether that be the air in front of you or yourself or a tree or your imaginary friend or your dad's leg. Looking for four-leaf clovers in the field. Getting runs on purpose through that uncomfortable pair of white tights you mother always makes you wear on sundays. Paying your friend ten cents to put mud in your hair where you can't reach. Twirling in the sunshine in the park. Collecting snail shells in a little empty soda pop can because they're pretty. Not stepping on the lines in the sidewalk. Walking around with both legs in one leg of those shorts because you wanted to dress yourself today. Letting fingers run along the wall wherever you walk and are thinking about something. Barely being able to breathe from the excitement of having a butterfly decide to land on YOU for a whole minute. Making up your own lines to color outside of. Running your fingers through your monther's hair right after she brushes it. Marking heights on the wall and standing on tiptoe because you think they can't tell. Eating all the peanut butter.
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of being small? Where does it all go?
Holding your breath through tunnels or over bridges as you watch the water run deep underneath. Sitting and watching flecks of dust in a ray of sunshine because just a moment before you thought you saw fairies dancing there. Feeling so happy about something that you just don't know what to do except to hug the nearest available thing, whether that be the air in front of you or yourself or a tree or your imaginary friend or your dad's leg. Looking for four-leaf clovers in the field. Getting runs on purpose through that uncomfortable pair of white tights you mother always makes you wear on sundays. Paying your friend ten cents to put mud in your hair where you can't reach. Twirling in the sunshine in the park. Collecting snail shells in a little empty soda pop can because they're pretty. Not stepping on the lines in the sidewalk. Walking around with both legs in one leg of those shorts because you wanted to dress yourself today. Letting fingers run along the wall wherever you walk and are thinking about something. Barely being able to breathe from the excitement of having a butterfly decide to land on YOU for a whole minute. Making up your own lines to color outside of. Running your fingers through your monther's hair right after she brushes it. Marking heights on the wall and standing on tiptoe because you think they can't tell. Eating all the peanut butter.
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