Once upon a time
there was a girl. When she was young she loved to play. Recess was her favorite
time of the day. It was the time when you didn't have to be quiet and could
just enjoy yourself doing whatever you wanted.
But as
she got older, they had recess less and less. School became harder, and the
girl and her friends had no time to play. The pretended to be “too cool” to
play and did other things, but they were secretly jealous of the younger kids.
Eventually she even forgot how to play and how good it felt.
But
then one day she went with her class to the playground and were told to go
play. She and her classmates were confused. “Why would we want to play? We are
all grown up, so we’re to mature to play anymore. Playing is for children”,
they all thought. But the teacher had told them to do so, so I guess they had
too.
The
girl got on her old favorite, the swings. At first she lazily swung back and
forth very calm and dignified like. But then that feeling returned from her
childhood. The feeling of being as light as air, as your stomach swung back and
forth inside of you. It brought both fond and forlorn memories of her long
forgotten childhood rushing back. Despite the bad, the good was more than worth
the reminder the girl was thankful for this reminder of better times. She swore
that she remember them this time around.
So let this be
warning to all of you. Don't take those memories for granted, for if they're
neglected, they will soon vanish. And those memories are precious things, that
much be cherished.
Very cute. It is almost fable-like with the moral at the end. There are several spelling and grammatical mistakes. Make sure you are checking for those before you publish.
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