The Harden's had a swing set
and we were of an age
where its rigors were diverting
to a point, but we were
also at an age where our
imaginations were keen and
mature self-consciousness yet
to manifest. Our first and
greatest achievement- The Owl Game -
wherein one of us was the
hero, animal to-be-chosen,
one of us the owl, the last
the owl's captor, also animal
to-be-chosen but frequently
feline if memory serves. We
played out the scenario in
countless iterations and created
countless play-pretend games.
The eldest by a year I knew
these would be perceived as
stupid and childish by my peers- almost
unilaterally lacking sensitivity (more
drawn to Nintendo and sport)- but
pretend was the pinnacle the apex
and I refused to give it up.
Before we three aged out of our games
the Hardens moved.
Pretending left with them.
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