I lay tranquil on freshly cut dew drop stained grass. My oval eyes, they look through the clouds that drain the warm colour from the faces beneath; fading on the darkening planet. I stare through the cotton mass, far past, like I can see to the other side, and the other side is that of my childhood. I reminisce for an inhale; exhale too long.

I watch as I see myself gracefully dance across dandelions towards the imposing play equipment. My features were calm however, frozen still like a porcelain doll. Reaching the Lego-shaped stairs, I climbed up hearing my steps echo in my sensitive ears.  As I stood on the top of the tall slide, the top of my world at that moment in time, I hesitantly found my eyes searching the soil below and noted the steepness of reflective metal.

Feeling invincible, I lowered myself to sit down on the rusting slanted plank, and launched myself forward. Just as I did so, I realized I was falling rather than gliding. It lasted only a couple seconds.  I felt anxious glares burn a hole in my side.  People started motioning in my direction in concern.   It was evident that I had been hurt. Then pain shook my dented flesh.   I saw the sharp rocks that blanketed the cold ground like a patient in the hospital.   Spitting dirt through my clenched teeth was the last thing I remembered clearly.

Everything happened so hastily.  I was not scared when my chin became a pin cushion. The stitching did not take very long and soon enough I was sitting at my house in a daze with a giant bandage.   I must say everyone was so worried it was quite ridiculous.  Wrinkles creased their foreheads.

Slowly I made my way back to reality.  I am lying down in the same park as my memory.   A frown crept onto my face.  Remembering things so desultory made me break my gaze from the silver lined puffs to the new plastic hunk that sits in the place of the slide I once fell off.