
As far as puddles go, the deeper the better. Remember the days of yellow galoshes? Did you have a pair? To me, the sole purpose of yellow galoshes was to walk through mud puddles. I was six or seven when, as e.e. cummings says so delightfully, "the world was puddle wonderful."
A bit older, and I thought it was very clever to name the puddles. I gave them names like "Lake Erie," and "The Sea of Sixty-Third Street."
What about your puddle world? Write about it.
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