A child’s summer long ago

I wrote this snippet in my Notes app. It could be the beginning of something, not sure what though. I’ve already published a book-length childhood memoir, Reversible Skirt.

But maybe there’s more to say. Maybe I’ll continue this, find a short story worth telling, a separate slice of life from long ago:

The summer I wore black shorts so poorly hemmed that one leg was an inch longer than the other, and my hair, chopped like a flapper's, betrayed my stepmom's bowl-on-your-head styling method, I stood in front of our giant sunflowers, stretching to half their height, arms crossed below my tiny chest, and I smiled wide as a sunset, a child unfettered, free.

I like that the above is one long sentence. It reminds me of the late, great Brian Doyle.

Somewhere there is a photo of me in front to those sunflowers. I might find it one day.