Childhood Goal On The Playground

Ever kids childhood goal on the playground; throw the glider hard enough the other kids can't catch it. The feeling of the metal bar soaring out of you hand possibly ripping open a flimsy callus built up from the monkey bars was enchanting. My favorite activity during recess on a crisp autumn morning. I'd go home with tender and aching arms from my workout on the glider, swinging from side to side as if I was Tarzan. Pure joy and happiness until the day your fingers are too numb from the icy winter air to hold on any longer. Every child has experienced it, some worse than others. My mom shouts from the car, "Have a great Monday sweetie!" I smile back in reply and run as fast as a lioness scurrying for her meal to put my backpack down on my class's line. Quickly after I dart to the ice covered playground straight for the glider. My heavy winter coat swishing as the fabric of my arm and abdomen rub together. The brisk winter's air freezes my hands. Mom always told me to wear gloves but I refused to listen because I wouldn't be able to grip the glider with them on. I always loved the sensation of breaking my parents rules.

Third in line, not bad considering there was thirty minutes till school started. The girl two in front of me sails across the arctic like glacier of frosted wood chips used for reaching the glider when no one could catch the throw. She must have been a year or two older than me because she made it all the way back to the ebony platform without needing to throw it back. Next up for the objection is the boy from my kindergarten music class. Normally a boy wouldn't be on the glider, they'd rather be playing two hand touch football. Gliding through the air letting all the younger girls sitting jaw dropped there was a boy on the playground. I have to give him credit his throwback was quite impressive, for a boy of