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Hop Skip Jump
I was two.
Callie teaches me with the hopscotch on the sidewalk.
I hop on one leg and fall and scrape my knee.
I cry because it hurts and starts to bleed.
Callie hugs me and cleans the scrape.
Then she helps me try again.
And I don’t fall.
Big sisters are the best.
By Loni Tanner