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Outside, we replaced our bouquets of
moldy attic flowers with handfuls of puffy dandelions, violets, and
wild strawberries. We stuffed red dogwood berries into the gaps of
pinecones to be sold at our make-believe market alongside home-made
mudpies. We threw the dollies and ourselves into the hammock and
thrashed about wildly, buffeted by imaginary storms on invisible
seas. We gave her mom mini-heart attacks, shrieking as the hoards of
tent caterpillars hidden in the grass squished their guts between our
bare toes. We were high on life, but we still craved danger...and
height. Being genetically-doomed to shortness does that to a
person.
