eleven

.bradford pear memories.
-i am young and eager to run with the others. there is a stump in my yard with holes and hallways for little things to live in.
-it is spring and the sun is beginning to burn my skin. it turns pink and little freckles appear on my face and arms and shoulders. my body begins to turn leather brown in preparation for the season ahead. but for now, it is spring.
-the harsh smell of the dainty white flowers above my eyes and hair and head envelops my street as i walk to my neighbor's house to play and giggle about all the secrets that we have.
-we laugh because we are young we play because we it is spring we live for the sun and the flowering branches.