We both tried to target a stone in the dirt as we swung back and forth on his backyard swing set.
When his globulet grazed the pebble’s side things took a turn. I claimed the need for a direct hit, while he knew any touch would do.
Without warning our spittle went airborne as we plastered each other until we went dry.
Remind you of anyone you know, maybe your President and the richest person in the world.
We were 7, while they will be as grown up as they will ever be.
Richard Kimball
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