Wednesday, October 5, 2011

#9 Parks, Woods, and Wild Places

My dad used to take my sister and me to the park near our house every now and then.  While my sister and I would run around and play tag or climb on the playground, my dad would watch from far and make sure we were safe.  There was a balance beam that I loved to climb and walk on; my dad would take my hand, but I always wanted to do it on my own.  My sister and I loved hanging on the beam while my dad would shake it.  It was like a roller coaster for us.

No comments:

Post a Comment