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Jennifer Schaffer-Goddard

We were basically always barefoot. On hot driveways the soles of our feet burned, turned the color of charcoal. I remember walking down the grassy hill to the common where all our backyards met. You’d go just to see if anyone was outside, playing. There was a wide, staticky trampoline. We did somersaults in the air like it was nothing. We’d lay down on our backs and have someone jump hard in the middle, sending the rest of us flying, howling.