"Free, Free, Free"

The words were all mine and . . .who I was at twelve.  The title, though, was Daddy's suggestion . . . 

My first ever contest entry (not sure which parent suggested this . . . am certain it was not a teacher's idea though). 

First place in my division at state level!  Laurels enough to retire on as a writer?

What I've remembered most, over the years, is the day, of so many days just like it, that inspired that writing . . . 

I think it would have been enough to capture this memory, this feeling, just for me . . .