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A Call By My Childhood
#WritcoStoryPrompt6
I can never forget the joyous days of my childhood, especially the summer when all we did was swim in the river or lie on its edge, looking towards the big sky above us. As I would be out-looking into the blue vastness of God’s creation, my mother would be making a sandwich nearby while my father helped her with paper plates. I would try to make pictures from the clouds that would swoosh right above me. They all were running somewhere...
I can never forget the joyous days of my childhood, especially the summer when all we did was swim in the river or lie on its edge, looking towards the big sky above us. As I would be out-looking into the blue vastness of God’s creation, my mother would be making a sandwich nearby while my father helped her with paper plates. I would try to make pictures from the clouds that would swoosh right above me. They all were running somewhere...
