We played with one another in the way of children, fiercely competitive, mean, joined in a solid loyal front against adults. We had our gentle moments. We loved kittens and fields in bloom with rank mustard weed, a sky piled high with cloud castles, and rare ice on the fish pond. We liked to spread our arms and lope with giant steps, turning great swooping sailing circles, until we collapsed from sheer joy in our physical well-being. We were made of equal parts divine wonder and pure hellish aggression. We were children.
Does anyone else remember?