When I was a kid, I used to have a recurring dream. This was as early as like 6 or 7! Yet its still clear as a bell.
I was at the playground at my first grammar school. I remember the building, the windows, the front door, the walkway to the buses. Yet this playground was in the wrong place. Instead of the rear of the building, within sight of the Long Island Expressway, this area was off to the left, front of the school. Never did figure out why the difference. And it was always the same.
But there I sat, on one of those springy horses. You know, the ones with the huge spring coming up from the ground with a horse/seahorse/zebra/etc atop it, so you can rock real hard back and forth?
Rocking back and forth, I come to realize there is someone standing nearby watching. Its a beautiful, tall, adult woman, in a beautiful red dress. Beautifully curling black hair, red lips, black pumps. She just stands there smiling softly.
So there I sit, rocking away happily, a...
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