"Hurry, Sarah! Hurry!" Toby begged his older sister as he grabbed her hand and tried to pull her out the door.

"Wait a minute Toby!" Sarah said with a frustrated sigh as she tried to hold her ground, attempting to quickly jot down a number on her left arm.

"But if we don't go now, all the swings will be taken!" Toby cried out again, pulling on his sister with a renewed desperation.

"Just, wait, all I have to do-" Sarah mumbled and quickly finished writing in the eight, "There! Okay, we can go now."

"Finally!" Toby groaned exasperatedly, letting go of Sarah's hand and hopping out the door.

Shutting the door and locking it quickly, Sarah grabbed Toby's hand once more and started their way to the park.

"You don't have to hold my hand, you know." Toby told her, "I'm seven years old; I think I would know how to walk down the street."

"Well, Mr. seven-years-old, " Sarah teased, "even grown up boys, like yourself, can still get run over by cars."

"Well anyone can get run over by a car!" Toby exclaimed, "Does that mean your going to be holding my hand even when I'm a hundred?"

Frowning, Sarah shook her head and said, "When did you get so smart?"

"Like I said," Toby said with an impish grin, "I'm seven."

The siblings then rounded the corner and came across the park. Yelping with joy, Toby let go of Sarah's hand and ran over quickly to the swing set, which had plenty of swings left to choose, and Sarah strolled on behind him.

As he eagerly jumped on a swing, he kicked his legs wildly in the air and called out to Sarah, "Push me! Push me!"

Laughing, Sarah quickly hurried to him and started to gently push him higher and higher. When he reached a comfortable height, he told Sarah to stop and she backed up, standing off to the side and watched him.

After a few more swings he asked, "What took you so long to get going?"

"Hmh?"

"What took you so long to go to the park?"

"Oh, I had to write down a number."

"What number?"

"It was a number my friend gave me for a job thing."

"Oh, when will those people call you back?"

"Soon, I hope."

"Why can't you just call them?"

Smiling at his naiveté, Sarah told him, "It doesn't work that way."

"Oh, that's stupid." Toby pouted.

Laughing, Sarah suddenly felt her phone vibrate and, taking it out of her pocket, looked at the ID and grinned.

"Well, speak of the devil…" Sarah grinned, "Do you mind if I take this over to those benches?"

Shaking his head, Toby watched his sister answer her phone and wander over to a bench.

Dragging his feet along the woodchips, he mindlessly looked around the park until his eyes landed on a girl on a swing two over from him. He had seen this girl in the park before; there was no mistaking her with her strange black and silver hair that puffed up and glittered in the sunlight. But what interested Toby the most was what she was doing.

She was mindless twirling herself on the swing, making the chains twist together and then snap back into it's normal positioning. Also, her head was down, drawing circles in the woodchips with her foot. Now that Toby thought of it, he didn't think he ever saw her actually swing, yet she was always on the swings. One time he thought she was trying to swing, but had done it extremely choppily and quickly stopped and started to do the same exact thing she was doing now.

"Hey you! With the black and sliver hair!" Toby called out as soon as he had made up his mind.

She looked up in front of her at first, and then turned her head over to look at him; her blue and green eyes sparkled in confusion at his outburst and she pointed to herself as if asking him if he was talking to her.

"Do you know how to swing?" He asked.

"Of course I know how to swing!" The girl exclaimed angrily as her face turned an angry shade of pink.

"Then why don't you?"

"It's more fun this way." She said, returning to her woodchip drawings.

"It doesn't look like it…" Toby said, more to himself then to her.

"Well it is! Why don't you try it?"

"Only if you actually swing." Toby challenged with a grin.

Biting her lip, the girl shook her head and, as she looked down, told him, "No, I'm alright."

Shaking his head, Toby jumped smoothly off his swing and made his way over to her telling her, "It's alright to admit you don't know something."

But she kept her head down, and continued to make circles with her oddly pointed shoes.

Frowning, Toby then hopped on a swing next to her and said, "Here, I'll teach you!"

"No, it's alright." The girl muttered softly to herself.

"Come on! It's easy! I bet you'll get it right away!" Toby encouraged and the girl finally looked up, eyeing him with uncertainty.

"Fine. What's the first step?" She asked, her voice suddenly brisk.

With a grin, Toby begin, "Okay, well first thing is, of course, you gotta be sitting on the swing, which you're already doing and then you gotta hold on the chains like this." Toby grabbed the chains and held them tight and looked over to see the girl had copied him. "See! You already got it halfway done! You're a natural!" The girl smiled meekly at his praise and Toby continued, "Alright, well now, here's the actual swinging part. You have to push yourself front with your feet, like this, and then when you go back, you need to tuck in your feet, like this." Toby showed her the next steps and as he swung forward, he said, "and finally you just point your feet forward when you start to swing forward again and repeat. See? It's easy! Just remember, go back, tuck in, go forward, point out. Now you try!"

He looked over to the girl and watch as she, with a determined expression, pushed herself off and had begun to swing.

With a grin, Toby began to go higher and to his pleasure, saw that the girl had taken the challenged and met him at the same height.

"You know what's a lot of fun?" Toby asked the girl as they swung higher and higher.

"What?" The girl laughed, looking over at him keen on learning something else.

"This!" Toby shouted and launched himself into the air landing with an oof on the woodchip floor.

Wiggling her feet eagerly, the girl followed in pursuit and land with much more grace on the space of woodchips next to him.

"That was fun!" She exclaimed, "Let's do it again!"

"Alright!" Toby laughed and they raced their way back over to the swings.

"What's your name anyway?" The girl finally asked after their third round of jumping off the swings.

"My name's Toby. What's your's?"

"I'm Mimzy." The girl grinned.

"Well, nice to meet you Mimzy," Toby smiled back, holding out his hand, which she shook.

"Nice to meet you too. Do you wanna be friends?"

"Sure, I'd love to." Toby answered and then they both hopped back onto the swings for another round of jumps.