Age regression short stories

Park time with Dada!

Dada said we were goin' to the park today, and I couldn't wait! I grabbed my teddy and ran to the door, bouncing up and down on my toes. Dada laughed and scooped me up, holding me close. "Ready to go, baby girl?" he asked, kissing my cheek.

"Yeah, yeah! Park time!" I giggled, wiggling in his arms until he put me down so I could run ahead. The sun was warm, and the sky was so blue. When we got to the park, I saw the big slides and squealed. "Dada, I wanna go there!" I pointed, already pulling on his hand.

"Okay, okay," he chuckled, following me as I dashed off to the playground. The slides were so tall! I climbed up the steps, my little hands gripping the rails, and then zoomed down the slide, giggling the whole way.

"Look, Dada!" I shouted, waving at him as I went down again. He smiled from the picnic table, setting up our snacks.

After a few slides, I ran back over to him. "Snack time?" I asked, already eyeing the cookies he brought. He smiled and handed me a juice box and some crackers. I munched happily, swinging my legs back and forth while Dada watched. I loved snack time at the park.

When I finished, I jumped up. "Swing, Dada! Swing!" He chuckled and stood up, holding my hand as we walked over to the swings. He lifted me up, and soon I was flying back and forth. "Wheee!" I giggled, the wind rushing through my hair.

"Higher, Dada!" I called, and he pushed me a little more, but not too high—just enough to make me giggle.

After a while, I climbed down from the swing, feeling tired but happy. But then... I tripped. My foot got caught on something, and I fell hard on my hands and knees. The ground was rough, and it hurt a lot.

"Owie!" I cried, sitting up and looking at my scraped knee. It stung, and the tears came fast. "Dadaaa!" I wailed, holding my arms out.

Dada was there in a second, kneeling beside me. "Oh no, baby girl, what happened?" He picked me up, brushing off the dirt and holding me close. "It's okay, I've got you."

I sniffled, burying my face in his shoulder, the tears still falling. "I fell... owie..."

"Shh, it's okay. Let's get you patched up, yeah?" He carried me over to the picnic table, sitting me on his lap while he got out the first-aid kit. He kissed the top of my head, wiping away my tears with his thumb.

"Let's see... ah, it's just a little scrape. You're so brave," he said softly, cleaning my knee and putting a bandage on it. "All better!"

I sniffled again, but the owie didn't hurt as much now. "Thank you, Dada."

He smiled and wiped my face. "You're welcome, baby girl. Feeling better?"

I nodded, still sniffling a little, but I was okay now. Dada pulled me into a big cuddle, holding me tight. "You're my strong girl," he whispered.

A small giggle bubbled up when he tickled my sides, and soon I was laughing, forgetting all about the fall. "Dada!" I giggled, squirming in his arms.

"There's my happy girl," he grinned, kissing my cheek. "Ready to go home?"

I nodded, feeling sleepy now. "Up, Dada?"

He lifted me into his arms, carrying me close as we left the park. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling safe and warm.

"Let's go home and have a nice cuddle, okay?" he said softly, and I smiled, already closing my eyes as he carried me home.