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Do you remember when we were small?
A 9 year old would seem so tall.
Bruises, bumps and scraped knees.
Skipping, snowballs and climbing trees.
A bedtime story, and a kiss goodnight.
Fears of monsters when you turn off the light.
The way you felt when you dressed up.
And your special big girl cup.
Running bare foot through the sand,
Holding onto your moms hand.
Fears of cooties, from the boys.
Playing dolls and favorite toys.
Learning how to tie your shoes.
Forced into a mid-day snooze.
Now we look back, with a gaze.
And think of all our childhood days.
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