We thwacked the ball chucking the bat behind sprinting across the lawn.
We adventured upping the willow tree stacking stick forts in the woods navigating through the trails spotting deer tracks gnawing on the corn savoring every moment etching our heights in the wall
We would pitch the tent or play never-ending rounds of hide and seek lounging on the porch sprawled out on the grass or leaning on the tree the willow tree admiring our place worshiping it our lawn our memories our house our childhood our home.
We lit fireworks in our backyard lit by the fireflies' green light and the smell of desperately layered bug spray on the Fourth of July celebrating by ourselves on our place our lawn our memories our childhood our home.
We shot at cans with paintballs and beebees we rode our dirtbikes disturbing, yet entertaining the neighbors as they watched part of the family.
We visited their house stringing toys to the trees for the stray cats that would visit our houses.
We spent days tending to the gardens mowing the brown lawn to big to water it became a melody a lullaby a comfort sound of home I can hear it now that so recognizable the buzzing deep hum of the riding mowers' blades spinning
The lingering smell of lawn clippings evergreens the pear blossoms lining the gravel driveway the willow flowing in the perfect breeze the sunny hot grass melting the water balloon remains a utopia our home
But then the news came. Someone was unhappy someone tore apart our family our summers our lawn our fields our home
We had to say goodbye goodbye to the memories the willow tree the blossoms the corn the lawn that hum the deep vibration of the blades spinning cutting through the air now it's gone.
We had to leave had to shoot our last beebees set our last fireworks mow our last mow the last hum.
And we left. Leaving the etching of our heights in the wall.