I’m Still Mad My Parents Sold My Childhood Home

My playground and my first laboratory

Children play on a swing. Fall leaves are scattered on the ground.
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I roamed the acre-and-a-half of prairie that was my home more thoroughly than I did my own body. For the longest time, anyway.

My yard was my playground and my first laboratory. It gave me freedom to stretch my lanky limbs. It was solid and safe and ever-changing in the schizophrenic…




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Danielle Loewen

Danielle Loewen

she/her | reader | queer feminist | recovering academic | body lover | gamer | poet & fabulist

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