When I grow up I want to be:

we ran up the hill where at the top we danced, played tea party with antique chairs we found but no tea, skipped with the sound of a harmonica, took pictures in series of fours, layed in the tall grass, made up stories of the families living in the homes below us, and talked to the birds traveling above. When I grow up, I will grow up into the hills, up into the tall wild flowers, up into the clouds.