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DAYS IN THE BARRIO

(by F. Abad)

My siblings and I enjoyed fun-filled days of childhood in the barrio, and I remember (these 10 memories):

 

Pushing the long handle of the artesian well to draw up the water. Reaching up to clasp my small hands around the smooth metal handle, I would pull it down as far as I could. And as I cranked it up and down, I would hear the water gurgling in the pipes down below, then slowly rise up higher and nearer. Excitedly, I would crank the handle faster and faster, until suddenly, cool and clear water gushed out to drench dirty me.

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Lying on the branches of my favorite guava tree in the afternoon, looking at a caterpillar slowly inching his way on a branch that thankfully, was way, way off from… Ugh, I remember how itchy such a small creature can be!

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