Hit and Run and Monkey Blood
At times I have to stop and think and focus, searching to bridge the gap between seeing myself today and picturing myself as I was then-white hair from the summer sun topping a tall and lean frame, powered by bare and calloused feet. And then I am there, and all of us are there, and I can feel the joy of life as we race up the street for another game of ball tag.
[Originally published in October, 2008.]
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