A band of sisters in Harlem. Little Romy running away…as she loves to do. I guess she got up on those little legs and loves the freedom they offer. She squeals as someone calls after her to slow down or come back. When she stops, it is to watch something else she would really like to be doing. Like the boys playing basketball. She watched for a while and then ran right up to them trying to get the ball. Not scared of size difference or that the ball is bigger than her head.
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