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Three I Be
Who can remember their third year exactly? What changes from two to three and three to four? I could never tell and much of that time seems a blur now.
I remember playing with a black plastic stallion on a coffee table my dad made. I galloped him along the tiles like he was running along a road. For some reason I think it was my birthday, but who can tell.
The days of the giddy toddler are lost to me now. All that remains is the photos.
Love the photo, and the memory, how lovely.
ReplyDeleteHoly cow, you still make that same exact face...
ReplyDeleteNice that you have a memory. I can't seem to remember much before 5 or 6. There are photos; they help don't they?
ReplyDeleteNice that the photo holds the giddy face, as it is certainly cute and warming. Nice writing!
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