I instinctively ducked away from the hand reaching toward me from the center of the jungle gym, and gracelessly face-planted on a t-joint of hard metal.
Sitting in the dirt, I ran my tongue over my fractured front tooth, tasting the iron tang of blood where my incisors cut through my lip. I spit out ivory grit and pink foam, and knew I was in deep trouble.
Mom told me to stay away from the playground while she watched my brother’s ballgame, but I never listen.
This would be the first time I contemplated running away from home.
Thin spiral notebook 
and there you have it. Ivory and pink foam. yuck, but awesome.
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How brave to share this story. Oh the things we experience as children. I choose to selectively remember my own childhood. The numerous skinned knees and such …….
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Ouch!! Great story to accompany the photo.
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So nice!
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Iron Tang Of Blood – new band name….metal of course
strong and tight. This had great imagery.
It’s been forever since you’ve picked the song. Want too? Let me know on the medias that are social.
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All these great band names, we really should do something about that. You already have a drummer and lead guitar.
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i’m in ….. so is my drummer
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Very beautiful photo for SWF!Have a nice weekend.
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Very creative shot of the sky through the jungle gym ~ lovely ~ carol, xo
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