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“Do you want to go to the park today?” her father had asked, seeing that she was bored. She had agreed: the park was one of her favourite places to be: she loved the swings and the rocking horse. She loved the climbing frame, she could pretend it was a mountain that she had braved and she could see the sunset as it slowly faded away. But the best thing of all was the slide: oh how she loved to see the world flash by her, because it just couldn’t keep up with her, she felt like she was Superwoman. That
10 minutes of walking and watching later, they had arrived at the park. Her father sat down on one of the wooden benches and unfolded his newspaper, almost immediately becoming deeply immersed in it’s contents. What he found so interesting, she didn’t know. All she saw when she looked at it was black words which blurred into lines if she squinted. Boring.
She turns away from him and decided to have a go on the slide. She runs towards it. She eagerly clambers onto the slide, sits down and pushes herself downwards. Throwing her head back and lifting her arms, she shouts “WHEE”!
And doesn’t notice the boy who is running in front of the slide until the last minute.
Thud! She crashes on top of him, making him yell in surprise before the boy collapses to the ground. The girl, still shocked and now embarrassed, slides off the boy and gets to her feet. Whilst the boy gets up, his cheeks flaming red. Meanwhile her father has noticed this and has come running to his little girl. He holds her shoulders and asks if she is O.K, she replies yes. He turns to the little boy, who steps back a little; fear shining in his eyes, they are brimming with tears. He is covering his arm. Seeing this, the father’s face softens and asks if he is O.k. too, and why he was running around in front of the slide, the little boy shows him the wasp bites that cover his arm. Besides her father, the girl gasps in shock.
“I didn’t want the wasp to get me again, so I ran, I didn’t really think about where I was” he says “sorry.”, he adds, both to the father and the girl.
“That’s O.K., thank you for apologising but running around is not the best way to get rid of wasps. You should just stand still and then it'll leave you alone” her father said gently.
“O.K” he said, nodding
"Christopher"! , a voice called out.
“I have to go, thank you, Mister” he said and turned away to go to his mother.
10 minutes of walking and watching later, they had arrived at the park. Her father sat down on one of the wooden benches and unfolded his newspaper, almost immediately becoming deeply immersed in it’s contents. What he found so interesting, she didn’t know. All she saw when she looked at it was black words which blurred into lines if she squinted. Boring.
She turns away from him and decided to have a go on the slide. She runs towards it. She eagerly clambers onto the slide, sits down and pushes herself downwards. Throwing her head back and lifting her arms, she shouts “WHEE”!
And doesn’t notice the boy who is running in front of the slide until the last minute.
Thud! She crashes on top of him, making him yell in surprise before the boy collapses to the ground. The girl, still shocked and now embarrassed, slides off the boy and gets to her feet. Whilst the boy gets up, his cheeks flaming red. Meanwhile her father has noticed this and has come running to his little girl. He holds her shoulders and asks if she is O.K, she replies yes. He turns to the little boy, who steps back a little; fear shining in his eyes, they are brimming with tears. He is covering his arm. Seeing this, the father’s face softens and asks if he is O.k. too, and why he was running around in front of the slide, the little boy shows him the wasp bites that cover his arm. Besides her father, the girl gasps in shock.
“I didn’t want the wasp to get me again, so I ran, I didn’t really think about where I was” he says “sorry.”, he adds, both to the father and the girl.
“That’s O.K., thank you for apologising but running around is not the best way to get rid of wasps. You should just stand still and then it'll leave you alone” her father said gently.
“O.K” he said, nodding
"Christopher"! , a voice called out.
“I have to go, thank you, Mister” he said and turned away to go to his mother.