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This afternoon I felt like calling up the neighbor girl and asking her if she could go outside and play. We could ride bikes, pretend we’re witches, convince my little sister to eat dirt mixed with glitter, transform the swing set into a time machine, or collect roly-pollies in a jar with holes poked in the lid... because they breath air like us, right? For some reason, the start of school and this gloomy almost-fall weather are making me homesick for being a kid again.
