paint fingers, jelly mouths, katie's teletubbies bike helmet. mom said now don't go too far and the park was just far enough to not be able to see the house but close enough to smell dinner being made and hear dad mowing the front yard. no skinned knees this day just riding our bikes through the grass, down the big hill that made us scream until the bottom. wind blowing through katie's hair, too long then from her refusal to have it trimmed even one inch, and capri sun's under the weeping willow tree. before the sun went all the way to her bed, we made flower crowns from the dandelions, picked an extra handful for the dining table, waved to donna as we flew down the sidewalk, ran hand in hand to the door before dad had to call our names one more time.