I remember my sixth year.
My birthday party.
My eighth year brought a broken ankle
and three weeks in a cast.
Thirteen. Ah, teenagerhood.
Surgery on my Acheilles tendon.
Not the first time.
This past summer,
summer of my sweet sixteen.
I went to Europe.
Far, far away from family and friends.
Three weeks out of the country.
First time away from home
for more than a week.
Lots of fun, but I never want to do it again.