The Playground

Last week, on my way home from Nicho's, I spotted a playground with a swing set. I wizzed past thinking how nice it would be to swing. I stopped short. I turned around and headed back to the playground. As I parked my bike near the swing set, I noticed the children running around, I heard their giggles and squeals. I walked through the sand and chose my swing. I swung so high. I closed my eyes and my stomach turned into a million butterflies and giggles and squeals poured from my throat. I was happy. I felt free.

Erika L. Ganier