I remember the feel of pink silk, wrapping around my legs
The tutu falling gracefully around my thighs
The smell of hairspray throwing my mind in circles.
But mostly I remember flying
My feet barely touching the floor
spinning through the air
I remember flying.
At home that night I remember screaming
"Justin spin me again!"
An indulgent brother spinning me until I stumbled around
Laughing and smiling as my face flushed.
I wish I could go back to when I could spin and fly
But mostly I wish I could go back to when my brother was here
To laugh with me.
To spin me and make me fly.
Faster Justie faster.
Spin...
A contest entry
- press rewind by Jersene.
1500 points, ended March 26, 25 entries
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Comments
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this is a sweet memory. I love the thought of flying and how as children simple things like spinning can make us believe we really are. Enjoyed. Thank you so much for entering
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