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Dancing Embers

Dancing Embers

Everyone remembers the cool autumn nights snuggled around a campfire with his or her families. Others may have experienced their first campfires with a Boy Scout or Girl Scout troop. My first encounter was with my friends, the summer after we turned ten years old. Tori, my best friend since I was 5, was the “leader” of our little posse. She was a skinny little kid whose legs went on forever, long, bleach-blonde hair, and a line of freckles splattered across the bridge of her button nose. She and I spent just about everyday together. We were riding bikes up and down the street, playing with our Barbies, or watching movies all night long. She and her brother Barry, whom looked exactly like her but more tall, lived next door to me. Michael, Barry’s best friend, lived the street behind our house. He was a little shyer than the rest of us. I think that was because he went to an all boy’s school and none of his friends from school lived near by. In ...

Posted by: Carlos Hernandez

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