On my seventh, mom presented a thread spool.
By my twelfth I drew behind a harp’s chords that pulled back sharp.
You “Hey”d and I, surprised, “Oh hey”d.
We smiled and swapped stories as I slowly tied my end of string atop the others about my finger, as did you.
First time trying out something like this. At times I wished it was 51 words… 😛
Heres the link to the original challenge: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/fifty/