I couldn’t stop laughing. Rolling down the slope, arms over my head, legs straight, and all I could think of was that nursery rhyme.
At the bottom, we laid in the cool clover giggling like a couple of idiots. I had grass in my hair and green stains on my shoulder, but I didn’t care. It had been a long time since I’d had so much fun.
I felt like a teenager again, all giddy and silly. I half expected him to lean over and punch me in the arm. That he covered me in passionate kisses was much better.
Thin spiral notebook 
Great writing. Is there any more of this story? It ended just when it was getting good, the guy covering her in kisses!
-Perse
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dawwww – sweetly done, Tara
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What a sweet story. Leaves me happy.
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Tara, I love this! Sounds the perfect kind of fun to be having, and you wrote about it to perfection too:)
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I love clover flowers and remember rolling down hills as a child.
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Lovely!
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Lovely piece. Well written – and a warm, reminiscence.
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Lovely post. Took me back fifty plus years.
I remember pink clover as a child, but these days it always seems to be white. Perhaps because the soil has lost some of its nutrients, a sign of the times I guess.
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Times before. I liked this! 🙂
– Matthew
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