Kids and Childhood Memories

Sunny morning, no clouds, a clear sky, and a vision of hope.

I see twins playing in the park. Their dad helped them too. These kids had no fear. They only knew the word courage. They climbed from one direction to another. Crossed the bridges as if they played toys in their prime wisdom. They climbed the ladder backwards to slide down. And there one of them heard bad from his dad. He listened, then looked away at me smiling. I smiled back amusingly.

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