Carrot sticks, raisins and cartons of milk

Duels between lightsabers
and rounders bats
Dandelion fluff
in heads of sunny hair
Prickly grass
that stuck to the backs of our sweaty fleeces
We carried miniature crowns
on our pinkies
And rearranged the vegetables on our plates
into smiley
smiley faces.
You asked me what my childhood was like
And I could only tell you
In games of consequences
And bulldog.

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