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As I lay in my bed, arms and legs outstretched, I smell the sweet scent of an innocent summer. The crickets chirping in the yard. The cool breeze coming through the open windows and sweeping across my over heated body. I wore a thin cotton tank top with matching thin cotton shorts. My curly hair had its way with my pillow as I laid there not knowing that this was childhood. This was everything I would ever wish for the rest of my years. This was the moment of perfect peace and security that I long to carry with me everyday. Sometimes I get a wind of that sweet summer scent. Pulling me back to my innocence. And it's every bit as perfect as it was then.