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Do you remember that day? How we ran through the grass like wild jack-rabbits. How we chased butterflies that flew above our heads and toads that hopped past our feet. How we ran deep into the woods and hid behind trees when we heard Mother call us home for supper. I cannot forget the beauty of the sunset that evening. The yellows blending into oranges blending into reds blending into pinks blending into purples blending into a dismal dark grey which would remain once the rest of the sky had turned to a star-studded black. Do you remember how we named our own constellations? How, as we trudged our way back home, we argued over the possession of far away stellar bodies. How we talked of planets we would travel to which would bear our own names. How when we arrived at our door Mother looked at us with eyes filled first with worry... then with relief... then with anger. How she told us in her ironically stern yet tender voice that we'd missed supper and would have to go straight to bed. How we did just as we were told and how we fell fast asleep the second our heads hit the pillow. How empty our stomachs felt when we awoke in the morning. How the hunger pangs nagged at our insides. How that was the best breakfast we'd ever had.