The Long Haul

My brother rode in the wagon. I pulled him on a tricycle covered in streamers. Our picture was printed in our town newspaper. When this picture was taken my parents were still married, my brother was shorter than I am, and the most important thing on both our minds was who got the most lollipops. Sorry, Josh. You can have some of my lollipops. Is it too late?

submitted by Rebecca Maya Parker
age 29
Berkeley, California USA
submitted October 1998


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