I grew up barefoot in the sand.
Avoiding cactii and scorpions which each delicate step.

I grew up with soft waves lapping and caressing my body.
Fresh water cleansing me like no baptism could.

I grew up in the dead of a white, white winter.

I grew up in the sleepless heat of a scorching endless summer.

I grew up here.

And I grew up there.

I grew up sleeping in my parents’ bed.

And I grew up by venturing into his.

And hers.

Then yours.

I grew up when I found my own.

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