was beautiful outside.  The sun beat warmly down on us, the birds sang in the trees above us, and I could smell the sweet smell of freshly cut grass a few houses down.  The kids must have had a day out of school, because a whole group of them were riding their bikes up and down the street, over and over.  I remembered doing that, and momentarily wished I could be that young again.

     I felt Daddy’s hand on my shoulder and I jolted.

     “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized.

     “I was just wishing I could be that young again when all I worried about was a flat tire or the chain came off my bike.”

     “I know.  I know,&r...

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