Childhood Picture
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed. Please don't sue.
I was looking forward to playing here.
The bright colours were swimming around me and huge ladders and slides loomed up into the sky. Children ran around yelling to each other, a swirling mass of shapes screaming. I grip a ladder tightly, the metal feels cool on my skin. I climb up, up, up. it's high up here. The people down below are as small as ants, no even smaller! What should I do now?
There are two slides. One, a red one looks more like a tunnel as it winds its way down, twisting and turning. The other, a yellow one, makes the children scream as they sail over its bumps. A crowd surges behind me as I struggle to keep my balance, pushed towards the yellow slie. The boy next to me sniffs loudly and yells to his friends. I an feel his warm breath on my neck. and smell it, too, a mixture of onions and sausages.
Sitting on the slide, I feel a push from behind. I slip and slide down, hit the bump and fly through the air. Colours revolve around me, swimming and swirling. Thud! I hit the ground and taste bark ships, bleugh! They're matted into my hair and are slowly turning my knees brown as I kneel on the cool moist surface. I decide to try a swing instead.
The swing is black and rubbery with rusted metal chains that burn my hands as I grip them. I pump my legs back and forth, back and forth, the seat rubbing against my legs. I'm flying through the air, soaring. The cool wind rushes through my hair and makes my mouth dry and eyes water. Then. it happens again. Clank! Ker-thud! The chains break under my weight and I'm left face down in the wood chips again. I hear laughter, loud laughter. then my son Wyatt's voice.
'Didn't you read the sign? It says "for children eight years and under", not for mommies!' He and my husband Leo stare at me. I hold up my hands in a surrendering motion and stagger towards them.
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed. Please don't sue.
I was looking forward to playing here.
The bright colours were swimming around me and huge ladders and slides loomed up into the sky. Children ran around yelling to each other, a swirling mass of shapes screaming. I grip a ladder tightly, the metal feels cool on my skin. I climb up, up, up. it's high up here. The people down below are as small as ants, no even smaller! What should I do now?
There are two slides. One, a red one looks more like a tunnel as it winds its way down, twisting and turning. The other, a yellow one, makes the children scream as they sail over its bumps. A crowd surges behind me as I struggle to keep my balance, pushed towards the yellow slie. The boy next to me sniffs loudly and yells to his friends. I an feel his warm breath on my neck. and smell it, too, a mixture of onions and sausages.
Sitting on the slide, I feel a push from behind. I slip and slide down, hit the bump and fly through the air. Colours revolve around me, swimming and swirling. Thud! I hit the ground and taste bark ships, bleugh! They're matted into my hair and are slowly turning my knees brown as I kneel on the cool moist surface. I decide to try a swing instead.
The swing is black and rubbery with rusted metal chains that burn my hands as I grip them. I pump my legs back and forth, back and forth, the seat rubbing against my legs. I'm flying through the air, soaring. The cool wind rushes through my hair and makes my mouth dry and eyes water. Then. it happens again. Clank! Ker-thud! The chains break under my weight and I'm left face down in the wood chips again. I hear laughter, loud laughter. then my son Wyatt's voice.
'Didn't you read the sign? It says "for children eight years and under", not for mommies!' He and my husband Leo stare at me. I hold up my hands in a surrendering motion and stagger towards them.