I'm sure I yelled these words one thousand and twenty times when I was younger, smaller, ready for the thrill of the spin for the world.
But this time it wasn't me.
This time it was Jacob, age four, former peg-legged pirate and a part-time cowboy.
This time it was Jacob yelling, begging, pleading for the thrill of another spin.
Spin me again, Awayna!
He threw his arms around my waist, tightly tugging my body, my mind, my heart strings into his tiny orbit.
Okay, Jacob. This is the last time.
The truth dripped out of my smiling mouth. I was lying. We both knew it.
We spun again.
And then some more.
These are the happiest sort of lies a person can tell.
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