In My Life

Three: "I'm faster than you!"

Dawn was hesitant. The

slide looked pretty high up. She had always been afraid of heights.

Just then a boy appeared from the far left of the playground. This boy was fairly thin. He was wearing a dress shirt with a jacket and tie and some brown shorts.

Dawn ran to the slide, she didn't feel like waiting for the boy to go down the slide. He would probably be afraid. I'm not scared, I'm not scared, Dawn thought. 

Now the boy was running.

The boy was none other than John Lennon.

And he didn't feel like waiting for the girl. 

"I'm faster than you!" He shouted.

"No you're not!" Dawn shouted back irritated. Why was this boy trying to be better than her?
Dawn finally reached the slide before John. She felt quite accomplished, smirking at John, who had made it to the slide a few seconds after Dawn.

"That's not fair, you got a head start!" John stated upset because he had lost to a girl.

"So? I was here before you anyway.." Dawn shrugged and climbed up to the slide.

As Dawn reached the top and stood upright she looked down. The slide, to her, grew larger and higher and the ground got lower and smaller. Her eyes became wide.

"Goin' down then?" John questioned.

"Uhh.. Y-yes."

"Well."

Dawn looked back at John and felt goosebumps. 

John raised his eyebrows and frowned and then motioned his arm forward.

Dawn looked back out in front of her.

"Hurry up!" John impatiently yelled behind her.

"I-I can't!" Dawn quivered.

John then proceeded to push Dawn down the slide.

"Ah!" She squeaked, unprepared for the shove. Though Dawn had made it down the slide unscathed.

When she stopped herself at the bottom she looked back up at John, who had his arms crossed, still at the top of the slide.

"You were taking too long!" He yelled, still a bit annoyed, but also feeling a bit guilty for pushing her down the slide when she wasn't ready.

Dawn smiled. She liked this boy. He was kinda funny, she thought. "I'm Dawn!" 

John finally came down the slide and met her at the bottom. "John," he then took her hand and shook it firmly. It was almost rough.

Though Dawn payed no attention to John's roughness, and returned the same firm shake.

That day Dawn rushed home to her mother. "I just met the boy I'm going to marry," said Dawn, being downright serious.

Her mother smiled, "Oh? What's his name? Is he handsome?"

"His name is John. And ewww... But he's funny," the eight year old replied, smiling.

Though I know I'll never lose affection, for people and things, that went before.
I know I'll often stop and think about them.
In my life, I love you more.
In my life, I love you more.