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Staring at those two swings, memories flutter across my mind, as if they were tiny little butterflies that I could catch, like I did 8 years ago. I stare at it, and remember my first reaction to the swings, and pulling on my mom's hand and telling her to push me, as high as I could, the closest thing to flying. I was 4, back then, when we first moved into the neighbourhood, and back then, I didn't know how important these swings would be, and what they mark in my life now. The next memory, when I was 7. Now, I wasn't the most social kid back then, but I knew how to make a new kid welcome. A little boy, my age, moved in next door, so my mom brought me with her to welcome them. Since I was such an obedient child, I obeyed her when she told me to take him around the neighbourhood. We didn't really hit it off, until of course, like all 7 years olds do, he decided to throw stones at me. Of course, after that ...
GOD I'M TIRED
I'M GONNA SLEEP NOW.
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