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Topic: Spring (the season) (07/23/09)
TITLE: Treasures Are Springing Up
By shanniah shanniah
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This is always my favorite part of spring. Confined to four walls papered with fake flowers for far too long, spring always offers freedom to the claustrophobia that seems to heighten by April. I grab my scuffed pink bucket with white braided handle and start my collection in the fresh chilly air. A Barbie shoe, a plastic teacup too small to hold anything significant except rainwater… and my green shovel! Excitement fills me to the hilt! I was wondering where it had disappeared. I had needed it desperately to build my snow fort with my sister and instead had to rely on Dads shovel: far too enormous for me to handle skillfully. There we go. It fits nicely inside the bucket.
The rain starts to lighten to a mist. Thank goodness. The hood of my yellow rain jacket was beginning to drip and get my nose wet. I just hate that. This process takes patience, and great concentration and I don’t need anything distracting me.
Sopping patches everywhere are peeking out their brown heads to be scoured over with my eyes. Each treasure revealed gets placed carefully with the others as though they were nuggets of gold. As though they might be the missing piece to fulfilled happiness. There is the Lego piece that would now complete my castle, my autobot transformer with the chewed off wing thanks to Shadow, and something strangely unfamiliar to me.
I untangle my shovel from my transformer in my treasure pail and start to dig away the half frozen slush from this mysterious object. I stand and stare in dis-belief at what lay before my eyes. Dulled almost past recognition, I gently handle it as I allow the lump to go back down from my throat. I had thought I lost it on the camping trip in late fall with the Girl Scouts. Emily had helped me search those woods for hours until I was convinced there was no hope. In unparalleled defeat, I gave up. And here it is now, in my hand once again. The ring my mother had given me for my birthday. I drop my bucket.
A smile breaks out unmasking happiness as I turn and run back towards the house splashing and stomping and gasping quick little breaths of new spring air. I can’t wait to show her.
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