Staring at the daunting task of seizing the world, I link my hand with hers. We steal courage from each other, using that courage to stir up our imaginations.
We become five and six again standing in a meadow full of joy and freedom. I turn to her and say
"race you" she nods with a grin on her face and starts running across the soft grass over the hills. My little legs race to catch up to her. Butterfly's dance around us as we collapse into a field of flowers. Drinking in the beautiful scent I spot a swing. Bursting with energy I stand up grabbing her hand as I do.
"look a swing" I say pulling her onto her feet. She says
"let's go" before she starts skipping. Our interlaced fingers pull me into a skip too. With pink faces from the wind we sit on the swing. Putting my arm around her shoulders, she places hers on my waist. With our other hands we hold on, then start to swing with our feet.
A calamity of mixed up emotions suddenly pushes on us and the meadow dissolves into the world once more. There we stand ready to face the world, knowing that nothing can break our forever kind of friendship.
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