In the summer of 2004, she was standing there with the sunlight shining on her beautiful warm brown hair.
“Girls! Come here!” Our father called to us out playing in the yard.
“It’s your song Magnolia. Maria, you know this song too.”
As the old faded yellow box radio CD player started playing those familiar notes to the intro of Sister Golden Hair by America, Maria and I started dancing around in the soft grass in our tiny bare feet singing along to the parts we know.
“But I keep on thinkin’ ‘bout you, sister golden hair surprise” Maria and I scream at each other in the most loving way possible in our dripping wet bathing suits. Then I started to try and do the same jumping around dance moves she did like getting up close in her face or going
“Girls! Come here!” Our father called to us out playing in the yard.
“It’s your song Magnolia. Maria, you know this song too.”
As the old faded yellow box radio CD player started playing those familiar notes to the intro of Sister Golden Hair by America, Maria and I started dancing around in the soft grass in our tiny bare feet singing along to the parts we know.
“But I keep on thinkin’ ‘bout you, sister golden hair surprise” Maria and I scream at each other in the most loving way possible in our dripping wet bathing suits. Then I started to try and do the same jumping around dance moves she did like getting up close in her face or going