I wanted to go to the park. I went up and asked mum, so she sent me and Martyn to the playground; it was only a few blocks away. When I got there he ditched me and went to the football field with his friends. I was okay with that. I only wanted to swing. As I swung, I noticed a boy. He was littler than me and was chubby. I really liked his curly hair. I watched as he went up to some kids and introduced himself. "Hi! I'm Dan! Wanna be friends?" They laughed at how formal he was and ran away. He just sighed and plopped himself on the bench. He, sniffled and wiped a tear off his face. I jumped off the swing and sat myself next to him.
"Hi! I'm Phil!" He just looked at me and smiled. "I-I'm Dan" i stuttered. He laughed. "I know, and it was awfully rude what those kids did!" I just looked at the mulch and nodded. I was nervous. Why was he talking to me? How did he know my name? "Wanna go to the creek?" He asked. I stared up at him. "The creek?" "Yeah, you've heard of it, haven't you?" I nodded. "But that's where the big kids go." I was only 6. Too young to go by the creek. "Well, you can come with me! I'm ten!" Wow. So, why was this big kid talking to me? "Oh, I guess it would be ok..." he grabbed my hand and took off. "Yay! Let's go!"