grand daughter, grand daughter

grand daughter, grand daughter

fiction
edward w pritchard

For a pleasant excursion someday in the future, grand daughter, grand daughter journey back to when you were ten years old.

What freedom existed then. Racing uphills on your bike, tumbling backward at will, and running quickly across the scenery. That year when you are ten years old your ego is a glassy frozen lake that stretches forward into eternity.

Look at the World purposely from behind your eyes out and lay your level hand across the texture of the flat surface of the Earth. All you see is your inheritance.

Remember me there too with you grand daughter, grand daughter, I won't be ten years old anymore; I'll be the old guy telling you to wear your bike helmet when you race up the hills of Life.

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