September 18, 2026, entered in Sara Kendrick's Reflection--s on Childhood Day--s contest
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They drift into my mind quite frequently, those memories of days when I was free of classrooms, books, and teachers. I could be an unencumbered child. Time was the key that opened doors to creativity for kids performing their own comedy and posing for those snapshots all would see. Backyards transformed to wonderlands as we rode piggyback and played with buoyancy. Green grass served as a cushy mat for me. A little rest made summer tiredness flee; then I pursued fun to the nth degree.
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