Lavender Joy
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Lavender Joy
Like a painting I remember the colors of my childhood. How anxious I was to awake each morning and to experience my Lavender Joy. I used to ride her, my light purple three-wheeler which is Sally powered and plastic, down my driveway. It's pleasant to go back to that place on Lyric Street.
The garage door opens and not only is it a door, it is the pathway to all my unforgotten fantasies. The sun is gleaming today and rosy red are my cheeks. I sit down and "Errrrr," my plastic wheels screech, as I approach the bottom of my driveway. I look both ways and move my legs clockwise over and over and over again. I see my opponents and my day has officially begun. With my tan cottage behind me and hot asphalt steaming ahead I understand that this is what life is all about...