Photo Story: The Jungle Gym
I remember this moment. Shrieks and laughter that I ignore. Cold metal on my hands, dizzying anticipation while I calculate whether woodchips are sufficient enough to soften my fall. Always thinking, even then.
I hold the old photo in my right hand. It trembles when I look at my ring finger, and then beyond at the decision closed in a small black box on the coffee table.
I remember I jumped. Wildly. My shriek eclipsing the others, red dress spilling out around me like feathers. I’m different now. Indecision robs me. It presses into my stomach like a playground bar.
Photo credit: unknown (courtesy of Thomas Hawk)
I can remember the childhood memories of playing on the monkey bars outside. Great story
This is very relatable and reminds me of me doing monkey bars and hands hurting and always thinking if I should let go and if its soft enough to fall on the wood chips.
It did get a bit confusing in the second and third paragraph but it was clear and very creative in the first paragraph.
SHUT UP!
I really liked this one – an excellent response to the photo.