(Short story written out of the blue)

Prompt:

It's sure good to be young again.

Story:

Getting off my rusty pick-up truck, the view of the sun rising above the hills marvelled me. The thought of finally being home soothed my busy city life.

Walking up the hill where a big tree stood, I pulled my ponytail from my hair and wore around my wrists.

I sat on the tire tied at a sturdy branch of the tree, swinging back and forth.

Upon my spot, a forest was not far from me. I decided to take a stroll over there later.

A thought came rushing and I took off my boots, placing them at the side. I ran across the field with my bare feet.

The feeling of the slightly damp grass crunching at my steps. My two arms were spread open feeling the tips of the grass with my fingertips.

Wind passed my auburn hair and my flared dress as I ran wildly with a goofy grin, recalling the fun days of being a little country gal.

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