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I miss inchworms & jackrabbits in the yard. I miss deer in the park across the street. I miss the moonlight reflecting on my brother's face in the middle of the night when he would stare at me inches from my face and whisper fervently "yo, chris, chris, you awake?"

I miss stairs and basements where my grandmother would have parties for her friends and after many "highballs" they'd watch us kids get out on the floor and dance. "Awwww, git it now!". "Wooo! Aw, shucks, go on girl!". And the "ol' folks" would laugh in a cloud of smoke and bourbon.

I miss running through the forest coming home late from school feeling foolish but scared anyway. Our fireplace, the field where I had my first kiss with boy my mother said I wouldn't give the time of day if he were black because he was nothing but poor white trash.

I miss perhaps everything and unquestionably nothing since I moved away when i was 18 & I've haven't lived there since.

But I miss it.