There was a time when she sat on swings, lived
under blankets, wrote stories no one would read,
slid down the mountains of her parents' knees
ran around the house with stars on fuzzy toed pajamas
and gave neighbor girls shots with plastic medicine.
They protected her from the cooties, from disease and
spreading plague of pinks, purples, and glitter.
Things are different now.
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