the parck

I feel the wind going throw my hair as I run up and down the field. on the swing i go up and down making the hole wold go fuzzy. And when I lie on the flat green grass i look at the sky seeing droopy white clouds staring at me.i run to the tire swing and start swinging I get higher and higher till I feel like a giant looking down at the small ants around me. the sky gets brighter and the sun gets hotter the clouds start to form a picture that I can't make out.