My first new Friend
I walk
into the Walnut Knolls pool with my two toy Power Rangers clutched in my tiny
hands. Following behind me is my dad and my sister Miranda sporting her pink
and white water wings (she isn't the best of swimmers). Across the glistening
clear pool, underneath the overhang of the bathroom and changing rooms,
protected from the scorching sun, was a little boy he appeared to be my age.
I
run towards that kid, not to hang out, but because the ground is burning like
hot coals underneath my feet, and I want to get over to the cool shaded
cement. I sit down and dip my toes
beneath the waving water and sigh in relief for the extreme comfort it has
brought me.
“My
favorite Power Ranger is the red one.” I hear come from behind me. I turn
around to notice that the boy is walking to sit down right next to me and
penetrate his toes into the water just as I did. Looking back at my hands, I
notice that in between my left hand, gripped tightly is the red Power Ranger.
“Here, you can play with it if you’d like.”
Both
our parents took notice to our quick engagement in activity together, and
sought out to find who was responsible for the kid. The parents talked about us
kids, the neighborhood and much more that is unknown. During this, I continued
to sit on the edge of the pool with my new friend and play Power Rangers as we
submerged the action figure toys in and out of the water, making the sounds we
felt were most likely to be made during an epic battle between the Rangers and
the water.
When
my dad called me to leave, I got my toy back and I walked over to the gate.
Shouting behind me, the little kid yelled, “My name is Ben!” Knowing I had just
made a new friend I reply, “Mine is Zack!”
This is so cute and well written! I love how descriptive it is.
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