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1972

It was the year of coming into my own.
It was the summer I turned fourteen and
I was discovering the meaning of freedom.

I owned a ghettoblaster and together
would take my blanket up the hill
to stretch out in an empty field.

My horizons had expanded and
life seemed full of possibilities.
The future was a vast expanse.

Not knowing made the mystery
most intriguing and exciting, but
growing up seemed to take forever.

And so it was that 1972 was forever
etched in my mind as the magical year
that opened the door for me to freedom

Copyright © Line Gauthier

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