This summer my kids grew a little more before my eyes.
They tried out new roles and looks out of the range of the scorching eyes of classmates that have known them since preschoolhood.
Video games and ocean currents re-wired their circuits.
Most nights, my kids went to bed long after me. I woke up to inventions carved out of syrofoam and pop cans and the leftovers of a Barbie rave.
These campfire sparks. These flares. These tiny red hot embers. These night lights.
They tried out new roles and looks out of the range of the scorching eyes of classmates that have known them since preschoolhood.
Video games and ocean currents re-wired their circuits.
Most nights, my kids went to bed long after me. I woke up to inventions carved out of syrofoam and pop cans and the leftovers of a Barbie rave.
These campfire sparks. These flares. These tiny red hot embers. These night lights.
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