Waking Up To Chirping Birds

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Waking up to chirping birds in my backyard.

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Everything around me off-limits – “Don’t touch that,” and “Stay out of there!”

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Having my dad call me to dinner even though it’s never ready.

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“Do the dishes.”

“When I was younger, I would never do that.”

“Good job,” when I score a goal.

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Juicy, messy watermelon over the beach in Michigan.

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Craving tangy key lime pie that melts in your mouth, the buttery graham cracker crust, crumbling in your mouth.

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Wanting to eat Talkies for the first time.

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Hating everything about bananas, from their gross mushy texture, to their strong disgusting smell.

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Multigrain everything in the snack pantry.

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Jumping off the pier with my cousins into the cold, refreshing water- scared, but laughing.

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Rafting every summer, with the hot sun on my back, and the roar of the engine, speeding across the lake.

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Watching March Madness with my dad, predicting each play as we hear shoes squeaking on the court.

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 Michigan to finally beat Ohio State in football.

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Begging to get a dog for 3 years. 

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 Wanting Covid to end, so I can live my life.

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Not being able to talk to someone without covering my face.

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The NBA hosting the playoffs at Disneyland.

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Too often, hearing that a person of color was unfairly killed..

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Trump claiming the election was rigged.

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Watching an attempted coup at the Capitol during the first week of 2021.

This is where I’m from.