Marcia Kernahan
Joined May 2022
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Stolen innocence
The school bell rang and it was a race to go home changed into our cut off jeans, and flip- flops. We would check the fridge for snacks and off we go. On any given day you could find seven to ten kids, racing to to beach; jogging at our own pace. Once our feet hit the sands we kicked off our slippers, some would dive into the water like pelicans. We entered the water like rowdy cow-boys.
By Marcia Kernahan 2 years ago in Fiction