Red shorts, shirtless, she digs tiny toes into the sand. A mutt stretches nearby, ears pricking as the girl narrates the world under her dirty hands.
“There’s a hole there…gonna dig it up. How far does it go?”
“I’ll flatten this mountain, make a road. Why so many ants?”
“Buster, don’t sit on the highway!”
Buster shakes his ears and rolls, belly up.
“Why didn’t Buster growl at you?” she looks fiercely up at me.
“We’ve met before,” I smile, plop down in the sand.
I forget what I came to tell myself.
“Can I play, too?”
Carrot Ranch Rodeo#1(10/10/2017) When I grow up: Cast yourself back to six years of age, knowing what you do of life in the present; what would you want to be when you grow up and how would you go about achieving that goal? Tell us in 100 words, no more no less. It can be real or imaginary, serious or light-hearted. Extra points for comparing it to your childhood choice, if you remember it.