A little girl in her earlier years is playing on the shore of the lake, running all over the place, jumping and climbing among the roots of the willow trees.
Under, under the water of the lake, she is learning how to swim, catch fish, and grab turtles. She is looking for crabs, under, under the rocks, shouting and dancing, enjoying the sun.
She is breathing the clean and fresh air; she is full of life and full of joy.
There is nothing like being a kid and enjoying life, free in the lake where she grew up, with the smiles and laughs that lay dormant in the old memories of her mind.
The magic that is never gone, it will always be at the bottom of her heart. She just has to search and reach for the most beautiful moments in her life.
Dedicated to my tutors, Larry and Dorothy.
Comfort. "Memories" Our Words, Our Voices. Vol. 3. Hayward: Literacy Plus Council, 2015. 15