Flashback

This makes me soooo happy. Especially this one. When I see it, I'm seven. I'm wearing red man-made-leather squeeky shoes and running around the yard. The huge tree is ready for autumn, as am I. My shoes' new smell paints the crisp air. I erase it by picking up chestnuts and bringing them up to my nose; they give off a damp raw scent. I take them out of their cracked shells and roll them in my palms. Their smoothness is reassuring. I don't know why, but they make me happy.

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