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#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 it's edge. I feel nostalgic about it now, the woman who'd visit me with her long arms looking to play tag all day. The camp kids did fight for my hiding spot on the bridge for some reason and that tall girl hitting the boy, leaving him sleepily behind. I remember it even more now as the perfect sunset shines and another kid hides in the best spot with the yellow man. I never asked that tall lady her name "oh well" i say and jump down, before meeting the rest of the camp sleeping happily on the ground.
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 it's edge. I feel nostalgic about it now, the woman who'd visit me with her long arms looking to play tag all day. The camp kids did fight for my hiding spot on the bridge for some reason and that tall girl hitting the boy, leaving him sleepily behind. I remember it even more now as the perfect sunset shines and another kid hides in the best spot with the yellow man. I never asked that tall lady her name "oh well" i say and jump down, before meeting the rest of the camp sleeping happily on the ground.
