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❝ Hm…think I got a nice, cute one for ya, pops.
I recall bein’ real tiny, maybe three years old?
Small enough where my ma had to carry me around most places we went to.
Whole family was out for a late evening picnic, can’t remember where exactly but it was up near one of the creeks we lived by.
I remember the sun beginning to go down while my ma held my hands, walking me through the shallow creeks barefoot with me when all the little june bugs an’ firebugs started comin’ out.
She picked me up and ran around with me as I tried catchin’ the bugs with my hand, and lord did I make her fuss when I tried eatin’ the few that I caught.
Memories are a bit buggy, but it’s….somethin’ I like thinkin’ about when I get homesick for ma. ❞