Second grade. Canada. We had just moved to our new house, leaving the States behind. A volvo was purchased. A pool table in the basement made it exiting for me. In the backyard. The very first night. Tiny purple blossoms had erupted down the spines of small, potted, cactus plants. Vibrant pastels floated above the treetop skyline. That day is an imprint of tranquaility in my memory.

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