Seven
More times around she told me directly as I pushed the merry go round clockwise
Her little right arm and hand stretched out as if to catch the wind itself, both her
little feet planted firmly on the worn sandy wooden platform
I counted, watching her hold on with only her small left hand, fingers squeezing
tightly
The playground amusement slowed to a halt, her face spoke of utter
disappointment
Five
Do over, she said
Grabbing the handle tight with my strong thick fingers, I looked into her eyes and
nodded
Neither speaking but knowing a better result was not only expected but necessary
I started to run, fast, faster than last time as her little hand gripped the pole tightly
With a giant thrust I sent the merry go round spinning real fast this time
Her long curly hair was blown back as the old playground standby spun; once,
twice quickly
An excited high pitched squeal emanated from it as; three, four, five turns went
speeding by
I stood and watched as it slowed her eyes wide and filled with excitement.
Six, still turning as it slowed
You did it, you did it, she shouted, jumping up and down, clapping her hands
She jumped off and into my arms and said
Seven
Do over
Copyright © Christian Collins | Year Posted 2007
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