Silly String

by katyhuff

I miss silly string.
And candy.
I miss hot cider and hayrides and bedtime. 
I miss old ladies on the playground, elementry school teachers.
I miss discovering everything for the first time.
I remember never having heard of soccer.
Or acne.
 
I have wrinkles and gray hairs and slow legs and dead friends.
Life is very short.
 
Damnit.
 
 
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