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#WritcoStoryPrompt6
I can never forget the joyous days of our childhood, especially the summer when all we did was swim in the river or lie on it's edge to look up at the sky and name the passing clouds.
We would search for curios in the clear waters, turning over stones and squishing mud through our fingers. Bruised and muddy, we'd scuttle back home and track the remnants of our delightful venture in the house.
Mom would get mad, ground me for a week, which meant you had to stay away. All the way across the street. We could only see each other from our balconies. In the evenings we would...
I can never forget the joyous days of our childhood, especially the summer when all we did was swim in the river or lie on it's edge to look up at the sky and name the passing clouds.
We would search for curios in the clear waters, turning over stones and squishing mud through our fingers. Bruised and muddy, we'd scuttle back home and track the remnants of our delightful venture in the house.
Mom would get mad, ground me for a week, which meant you had to stay away. All the way across the street. We could only see each other from our balconies. In the evenings we would...
