Playground Adventure

    There's nothing but sunshine, blinding with its perfection, lighting the world in a marvelous array of colors.  The sky has never been a more energetic blue, or the grass a more vibrant green.  Yet, all this is nothing compared to the miracle staring me in the face.  My vision is consumed with primary colors mightier than any artist's pallet.  Brilliant crossbars and steadfast support structures jut from the ground forming a majestic cartoon castle come to life.  The wind brings the smell of freshly cut grass, flowers, and trees to my nose and the rich sound of laughter like wind chimes to my ears.  It teases my hair and greets my face with butterfly kisses, daring me to take off.  My mouth dries with a thirst quenchable only by the exertion of my muscles, to run, to jump, to climb, and to fly.  Tearing my gaze from the glorious sight before me, I catch my mother's eye.  Perched on the pinnacle between attaining my dream and having a glass door slammed closed on my hopes, I wait for an agonizing moment in time.  My mother smiles, love in her eyes.  She nods, and I'm running without a backwards glance.  In the humid air, my body's buoyant as a red balloon.  My feet have wings.  I'm blind to everything around me; I see only my destination.  The laughter is louder.  My legs move faster.  The colors are brighter.  I'm at a full sprint.  I've reached my fantasy, the playground.

~Emily