tic talk
The squash-hearted feeling of remembering when and wishing (just sometimes) the child you were was the child you still were. Jumping off the back of the pickup, landing barefoot into dry summer grass, singing songs about how wonderful it is to be five.
It can't be helped - how it muscles in front while you're eyes are closed, thinking giddily of your sixth birthday, and what it will be like to be ten!, and how you know you'll never want clothes like fourteen year olds. Stretches chewey little caramel days into taffy string weeks and months while you're looking everywhere, anywhere, but back.
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Agreed. I wish I would have known when I was five that the days were taffy to be enjoyed instead of rushed through as quickly as possible.
Make sure you tell all the five-year-olds you see.
Why does Blogger not let you sign-up for follow-up comments on the same screen you sign in? Those guys at Google catch a lot of stuff, but they seem to keep missing the boat, here!
I remember the year taking FOR.EV.ER to go by and now? I'm hanging on to her shirt tails hoping I'll see ust a little bit of each month as I whiz by :)
XO Kel
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