This is something I wrote during my holiday. I’m not entirely happy with it, so I’d very much like some feedback.
That afternoon I made my way to the playground to sit quietly and write. At first I was alone, but nothing much came of writing. I simply didn’t have the inspiration. Then after a while a mother and three children showed up to play volleyball; the mother and the younger child against two older children. They weren’t very good at it, but they seemed to have fun.
I observed them for a while and they didn’t really seem to notice me, which was fine by me.
When I got sick of the swing I sat on I moved to the slide. It was worked into the side of the hill at quite a steep angle. The highness of it all made me feel on top of the world, and then I saw a spot that was even better of observing, if only it hadn’t been fenced off, and there was a way for me to get there.
As I watched the little boys, that had appeared a few minutes earlier, on the swing swinging away happily, standing on the swing, going almost horizontal, I suddenly felt the urge to do something crazy and dangerous. Sliding down the slide was neither really, but it felt like it was both, so I did it.
That afternoon nothing much came of writing, but I was happy just observing.