Two years old
I am sure the top of the tree
is definitely attainable
Ten years old
muscles and bones strong
midway up the treetop visible
Thirteen years old
I climb until I see the treetop
I reach for the summit
Tumbling over and over
children’s laughter ringing
in my ears – I fall
A vicious bully’s
trick defines the
rest of my life
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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