Hi, dear Hivers
I meant to post this yesterday, but due to different reasons, I could not. SO, here it is.
When I read yesterday's prompt, I thought about how much I enjoyed ball pits when I was little. They were very common in the USA.
I especially remember this one time when I was six. My daughter, Anna, was coming and some of my mom's friends decided to celebrate some sort of baby-shower at a pizza ´place in Bloomington, Illinois.
There was this ball pit in the pizza restaurant and it was just me and a couple of kids, twins, I think. I guess I was a bit big for that pit, but I was good at playing with smaller kids. I think that was my training to play big sister some months later.
Sometimes I think that the whole world is just a big ball pit and we are just hair balls hiding in it. It can be fun and look great, but accidents do happen. The world is not responsible for anything that happens to us; we are. I had my dad looking after us that day. Now I have to look after myself thousands of miles away.
I miss being a little girl.
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