Sweet Spinning

I don’t remember how old I was
But I knew at that moment 
I was in trouble

Were we running?
Horse playing?
Who knows…
But oh how much trouble we were in

We were told to sit 
So we sat
On the wooden benches
Quiet and impatient
Fidgeting under the hot sun

I was bored 
Utterly bored 
And full of rebellion

I’m not sure what got into me
But suddenly I was spinning
The world around me was a blur
And I was flying
Weightless, free, and full of reckless abandon

But freedom doesn’t last
And time froze
As I fell

Face first
Onto the asphalt
Scraping
Face, hands, and knees

Tears, bruises, and scolding followed
But just for a moment
I had tasted freedom
And it had been so sweet 

~hiddengirl75

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