I was running with a younger sister, circumventing around our house. Luscious greens around us were overwhelming. The pond lay beside the bushes. We were on our swimsuits, tallying our rounds of juggle in a hot summer of 1930s.
Our relatives watched around the background, laughing in our senseless venture, as they drink some fine wine. We continued to run, stumbled, and proceeded; back to back.
It was hard to move, but we were explicitly wild and laughing, unknowing to the mistakes we were about to make.
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