This is a little short story that I made from a special request, I had fun making it so I hope it's as enjoyable as I found it.
Right foot forward.
Left foot forward.
This simple pattern is meant to make you move forward, but this is not true for my particular situation. I'm walking in a rectangle, for that's how the outline of the playground sandbox is at school. I do this every recess as a way of wasting time while waiting. "Waiting on what?" one might ask, what I wait for is simple:
I was waiting to get on the swing set.
It wasn't a glorious goal to reach to most, but to me it was something worth waiting for. It was the only fun I ever had during recess. I didn't talk much to other kids, I bore no ill will to them but I have too much insecurities to talk to anyone. In class this wasn't much of a problem, but recess left me with little to do in terms of entertaining myself.
But if I could get on one of the swings, for a couple of minutes I'd be the happiest kid on the playground.
Everytime I would get on the swing I'd be overcome with joy. There's something so simple about it that makes swinging so great. It's as if for that moment nothing could ever touch you, you're above the world and all of its troubles and problems. Something about it also makes my imagination soar. I get to think up my own fictional worlds and imagine events taking place. It's as if I'm creating a movie in my mind. Unfortunately however, all things must come to an end and swinging is no exception to this time-tested rule of life.
I looked up at the swings and felt my heart lift, there was an open spot.
Right there a seat left by some kid on the right end of the swing set, and no one else there to claim it. So I went over as fast as I could and claimed it myself. I got onto the swing and immediately began my ascension. Pulling my legs back and forth in time with the sway of the chains as I went up higher and higher. The feeling of the wind on that overcast day was slightly chilly but refreshing to me, the sun bothered my eyes much more. I could feel a smile form on my face as I swung through the air. It felt as if I was flying through the air, if I closed my eyes it would make me feel like I was doing just that.
Suddenly though I heard the loud ringing of the bell. This made me sadden in my mood a little, but not for long. Because the best part of swinging is about to happen. The time for jumping off. I always love jumping off at the highest point. It was a little dangerous, but that was worth the half-second payoff. I swung back and forth with more force than before, making sure to get as high as possible. Then, when I had enough height, I jumped off.
It probably looked less graceful than I imagine, but I for once don't care what someone would think when looking at me. The whole descent felt like a whole ten minutes, but was in reality very much shorter. But from the takeoff to landing it felt like being Superman, I could touch the sky and go beyond to the stars.
I landed on my feet with a below-average elegance, and went over to the forming lines. Back to class it was, and soon I'll me doing mundane schoolwork. Regardless though I know the wait for tomorrow's swing time will be worth it, just as it was for today.