Let's Sprint This

"Let's sprint this!" my brother took off at a run up the hill.

I followed mumbling the reply to our inside joke, "No one falls behind." We passed the third house on the hill and took a left, cutting through the yard between the third and fourth houses. We ran up the steep hill, leaping over branches and bushes, dashing across the street, and sprinting across the field. A fence loomed over us, and without a doubt, I leaped up, gripping the chain-links in my hands, and putting my toes in the gaps. I was on the other side in seconds. The rest of the field flew by like a day at an amusement park. We were at the playground.

It was 4 o'clock, before any little kids got there. I don't think many mom's would like their five-year-old's to see what we were doing.

I ran up the slide, jumping off the jungle gym when I reached the top. I hit the ground rolling, absorbing the shock. I climbed up the stairs and jumped to the jungle gym opposite me. I hit the wall hard, but I hung on, my hands over the top and my feet in the cracks. I jumped over it, laughing. I spun around a pole, landing on the platform beneath me. spinning, I jumped onto the slide.

I stood up again. climbing onto another slide. I used it as a stepping stool, pulling myself up to the top floor. I jumped across the bridge and pulled myself down the slide.

Eventually we went home. Little kids were starting to show up.