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I remember afternoons in October raking and burning leaves, the sun shining down, the world was quiet except for the voices of children playing in the fresh air. I remember cold, crisp winter days sledding down the hill, the snow ice cold on my cheeks, the sound of skate blades on the ice, my dog chasing us in the snow, building huge snow men with funny carrot noses.

I remember my first date and trembling when I kissed her. I remember the first days of Spring and the sound of a baseball hitting my Wilson glove, and the sight of the new leaves coming forth into the world. I remember planting the vegetable garden with my father and smelling the moist black soil.

I remember running through the sprinkler in bare feet and the feel of the thick green grass between my toes. I remember the warm days of summer mowing fresh hay on the windswept plains of Wyoming, the smell of summer rain coming down from the mountains, the splash of German Browns jumping in the pools of Labonte Creek.

I remember the feeling of my father's hand on my shoulder and my mother's hug. Yes, I remember how America used to be.

Doc,

What you wrote brought tears to my eyes, thank you for painting such a beautiful picture with your words.

All the best to you and yours,

MOgirl