Rearranging my room to accommodate a small recliner, I found an old photo album with pictures of my grade school days, my beloved teacher, and some old nearly forgotten friends. What a lucky bunch of farm kids we were, and how privileged to have a loving caring teacher in formative days. No matter how old I get or how far away I am from those childhood happenings, there is a constant everlasting tether to my youth, birthplace and childhood memories.
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I like how you used the prompt word. Well done.
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A lovely piece, I really wish I had such an album, memories are so much clearer when pictures stir them.
My 80 words!
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Oh. Such a sweet, nostalgic take
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