A Memory

As I begin to run my eyes search for a hideaway trying to dodge the the heat of the sun this is one game I loved to play. I spot a gathering of trees the branches scrape past my face I stop, fall to my knees this could be a good hiding place. I sit alone not making a sound trying not to move in fear of losing cover heavy footsteps approach thudding on the ground I feel like the fox being hunted by the hound. The footsteps disappear and once again I am on my own looking through the branches I see the coast is clear can I make the journey home? Running exhausted towards my safe den blinded by the sun glaring in my eyes heavy footsteps behind me once again as my friends beckon me with their shrill cries. I stumble home and the celebrations begin jumping with joy and laughing out loud we tried to ignore the bell calling us in I always knew on that day I had done myself proud.