I looked around for their parents and noticed we were surrounded by trees on the far side of the park away from any adult help. Her rosy cheeks paled as she turned to me with wide eyes. “Well?” “I can’t go up there,” she whispered softly. I nudged her, which seemed to break her out of her trance. I turned to his sister expectantly to see what she would do but she no longer looked like the vibrant girl I met a moment ago. I can’t get down!” I could see him shaking from where I was standing and felt sorry for the little guy. The monkey bars were meant for kids three times his size. It looked pretty scary to an eight-year old so I could only imagine how the younger boy in denim overalls, crouched over in tears, on top of the bars felt. We finally came to a stop near a set of bright blue monkey bars. We quickly passed swing sets, merry-go rounds, and jungle gyms, but I never really saw any of it as she pulled me across the park at top speed. “Mom, Lake and I will find Buddy and we’ll meet you at the car,” the girl rushed out as she grabbed my hand and took off running across the playground. I only gave my name as a distraction because for some reason I didn’t want the other girl in trouble, but now I didn’t know what to do as they both stared at me. I guess learning my name was some kind of victory for her. They both turned to me, her mother appearing confused while Willow grinned at me triumphantly. “Willow Olivia Waters,” her mother started, turning red.
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