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Clare Julia

Childhood remembrances are always special If you’re from Swampscott You always remember things like playing at Kid’s Cove, Running around letting off your Sugar induced energy when you were small. Your parents would spin you as fast as they could on the beloved tire swing. You would twirl so wildly, it felt like you were in a tornado. You held on as tight as a five year old could, with the loudest laugh and the brightest smile. The hardest challenge in your childhood was going through the tragic loss Of two amazing heroes, who each gave their lives so that we could keep ours. You stood on a street corner, watching silently as police cars and fire trucks made their way Down past Monument Ave, with small American flags laying beneath your tiny fingers, Waving it as a salute to those two brave hearted souls. Your favorite place to go was down to one of the myriad of beaches Spending countless days sitting under the long awaited for sun of summer After enduring Winter’s harsh grasp. You have a special possession in your life, Whether it be baby blankets, a stuffed friend, or a beloved bedtime story. Your memories as a child are the ones you will always cherish, And one day share with children of your own.
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Jan 29, 2012
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