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Imagine the Adventure
when i was
8 years old,
there was a
mighty river
in a
dense jungle.
my sister and i
would climb
across the river
and almost perish
in the
quicksand.
up the river led
to a grand mountain.
we would pack
supplies,
and spend days
trekking up the
mountain,
using only our
witts
to survive.
we would
arrive home
shivering and weak,
but awaiting the time
when we could
do it again.
the summer before my
ninth birthday,
my family left for
three months.
when we arrived back,
houses speckled
our jungle and
mountain.
we could
no longer
roam the forest
and lose our
flip flops in the mud.
And the hill
was no longer
our own personal
mountain.
-savvy.b