It was middle of the afternoon and Julia could feel the sun shinning brightly above her kissing her cheeks with beams of light. Being a Saturday, she was out of school for a whole two days and could do whatever she pleased, as long as her mother thought it with in reason. This afternoon Eliza thought it with in reason to take Julia to the park. Considering the little girl would be missing her birthday for her mother's new job with the rather large von Trapp family.

Racing over to the swings, they were her favorite whenever she went to the park, Julia felt like she was flying. She kicked up little pebbles from the playground as she flew to the swings. The swings were new; they had just appeared about a week ago. They were quite an improvement from the rusty chains and wooden seats they had before, the new shiny silver swings with forest green seats were wonderful. Julia loved the new swings, they didn't pinch her fingers when she held onto the chain and she didn't get splinters in her behind anymore.

"Mummy, come and push me," Julia said as she sat down in swing, with a larger then life grin on her face.

"No jumping off this time, or you'll have to stick to the slide," her mother said as she walked around and behind her daughter. She grabbed the swing from behind and shoved her daughter into the air. Julia was giggling and laughing and giggling some more, Eliza loved to hear her laugh and giggle like that.

"HIGHER!" Julia shouted from the sky.

"I think you're going high enough," Eliza said as she pushed her daughter higher anyways.

Eliza had decided to disguise moving as a birthday gift for Julia, she figured she would be more accepting of it then.

Julia pumped her legs back and forth; her legs weren't as effective with her mother pushing her higher from behind. Her blonde hair flew every which way, and every once in awhile a few get-away strands would fly into her mouth. She hated that she had to let one hand go of the chains while swinging at the same time just to remove the hairs from her mouth.

Lifting one finger at a time, off the chains, she slowly removed the hair sticking to her lips and tongue. Her swing started to twist and turn she firmly grasped the chains again, on either side with both hands. Terrified of being wrapped in the chains, she shoved herself off of the swing and she went flying through the air. It was then that she remembered her mother's words, "No jumping off …"

She landed on her two feet and hands, she felt like a frog. Standing up from her frog like position she started shaking the chalk dust, from the pebbles, off of her white and pink laced dress. It was her favorite one and she was usually very careful whenever she wore it.

"Julia Maria Wells!"

Julia's eyes got big from the sound of her full name being called out.

"I tolled you before I started pushing you! No jumping off of the swings!" Julia slowly turned around to see her mother's face red with anger.

"The swing was twisting. I had to jump. Or… Or I would have died," Julia grinning inside, this was her best excuse ever and her act was to perfection. Her face was serious and grim as if she believed what she was saying.

"No explanations," her mother said with a sigh. It was hard to be mad at Julia. Period. She was a creative girl, always romping about, singing and dancing.

Eliza felt a tiny body come at her in full force and wrap around her legs. Smiling, Eliza hugged her daughter back. "Let's get you back on a swing. You can jump off only when you think you're going to die, other wise, your tush stays on that swing seat."

"Yes ma'am," Julia grinned as she raced back over to the swing she was previously on. Eliza followed behind humming a song that she was making up as she went along.