Memories of a Low Country Childhood

Madeleine Ann Lawson
The Bigger Picture
Published in
4 min readMar 4, 2021

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It was risky, you see, running barefoot down the dock.

Those days I was all sinew wrapped in terrycloth, skin riper than it should have been, teeth so small they didn’t touch one another, just ivory islands in my popsicle-stained gums.

My god, how we screamed and cackled and hip-hip-hoorayed our way to sunset — those humming, chirping sunsets when the sky bleeds into the water…

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