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I am the one who sees my friends as we run to go wrestle, or jump and think about what

we will play, on the trampoline.

I am the one who hears screaming, yelling, and laughing as we run to the trampoline.

I am the one who feels the cold wet grass between my toes. We usually run around

barefoot. Nobody really cares about shoes when we run to the trampoline.

I am the one who tastes the fresh air as my friends and I are tackling each other. I

almost always win; unless Pace is there, then it is an endless battle because he

and I do not go down easily, on the trampoline.

I am the one who smells the sweat, slippery, but drying off us in the sunshine as we

just sit, dangling our legs on the outer edge of the trampoline.

I am the one who wishes all my friends who moved away would come back. The

trampoline is still here, waiting, but now it is at Wesley’s house.

Who am I?