Teena and Dahn sat quietly on the earth’s bench formed by a large green Brontosaurus. That was their story; he stomped it into existence. His weight bouncing stones and trees around with each step until their favorite place was formed next to the playground. Still in the teachers view, they were allowed to wander but no further than what the pupils referred to as “Dino’s Den.”
Their tiny legs dangled, not yet tall enough to reach the ground. Dahn climbed up first, using the moss covered rock to boost his height and then he turned for Teena, pulling her to his level by her delicate arms, always complimenting her pink and purple bracelets that matched the ribbons in her hair.
Care free – the other kids devoted their recess time to swinging high above the park or sliding down the hot metal into the wood chips placed to protect their rumps should a hard landing occur.
The wind blew slightly causing the American flag to clash against the tall silver pole, every school had one. The rattle caught both of the children’s attention. They stared at it’s magnificence. They were best friends and I suppose now, they would always carry that title for one another. Dahn held Teena’s hand for the first time that day. A memory they would never have.
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