Green grass and blue sky
Summer’s bright flowers in bloom
squirrel scampers toward tree
a giggling child chases
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In one of my earliest memories I am in a park, it is summertime, and I am chasing a squirrel. I want to hold it and pet it, but the squirrel is staying just out of my reach. Eventually, it scampered up a tree and that was the end of the chase and of my memory.