My back yard

   Yesterday comes back to me when dreams are awakened. I'm six years old, and I move without direction, only curiosity.

   My world is a patch of green sprinkled with fruit trees onto which I climb and reach for the sweet food above.

   Across the street and high above the trains speed by but never disturbs my quest. There are small animals in the trees and sitting on the wires that cross my patch. Some I've seen in storybooks while others leave me puzzled.

   I've ventured from the back door to the end of my patch only to be stopped by something I can't see through. Quite the milestone, I believe. Yet even at this distance, I hear my moms' voice calling me in for supper.

   I will begin my journey again tomorrow, and tonight, I will dream about new discoveries and endless moments in my back yard.

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