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As a young girl, when I had either the measels or mumps, I received a book,
A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson. I still have it, because I loved it so much. My edition had a picture of a girl lifted high up in the clouds, on her swing. I still have much of the poem memorized, and that's what played in my mind when Sam and Ben and I were at the playground and spent soooo much time on the swings, talking and talking and talking.
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Little Ben -- "gwamma push, gwamma push, gwamma push!"
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And Sam -- "Look gramma, I can go SO high, at least 20 feet high, I think!"
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Memories of time well-spent.
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Getting both boys in the shot was a feat with a cellphone camera which has a huge delay!
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