Trying to pinpoint moments of pure joy, I thought of summer when I was very young, running through the grass barefoot, arms outstretched, directly into a damp sheet hanging from the clothesline. I feel at least a hundred years old saying that. Back then, we didn’t lock our doors. My mom would send me next door to borrow a cup of sugar from our neighbor. We used to stop by friends’ houses without warning and visit. I realized with a touch of sadness that I wouldn’t dream of doing that now. It was a different time.
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