As the water hose floods the bed of clovers in the front yard, I sit among it in the wet muddy water, my legs outstretched. Feeling the cool water and mud paste against my calf's and thighs. I stretch my arms in front of me as I pull handful of clovers between my little hands, I could hear the tearing of greens as I pull fist loads out of the ground, it feels good and refreshing. I feel free.
I look up at the sky squinting my eyes, blue and white billowing clouds above me, and the Sun shining through, I feel a light breeze brushing my face and my long hair is in a ponytail, I think I hear birds and light traffic of cars passing on my street.
The sun is warm, but I feel so refreshed sitting there, It feels like summer or perhaps its spring. It is 1967 and my age is 4. I will forever carry that feeling in my soul... freedom.
