From a Park lover
A lot of times my mom and dad don’t have the money to take me to someplace special like Disneyland or some place like that so they say, “Let’s go to the park today!” They think I don’t know why they’re doing it and I don’t tell them because, really, I like going to the park. When we’re at the park, my parents see just me. I mean, it’s great to go to Magic Mountain. We went there once but we were so busy standing in line and trying to get to the next ride – I felt invisible. When we go to the park, I get all their attention. I ride my bike down the paths and they cheer when I make it all the way without wobbling. My dad pushes me on the swing. He doesn’t know that I can pump my legs but I don’t tell him because I like him to push me. My mom gets scared when I go up high on the playground equipment but I think it’s funny so I keep doing it. Later we cook hot dogs and drink cokes. I can’t believe how much better they taste when we cook them there. I guess I would like my family to be rich someday but I’m afraid if we are that my parents won’t remember how much fun we have at the park. They might think I would have a lot more fun if they took me to Disneyland, Magic Mountain or even someplace farther away. I guess I would like to go to those places too as long as they keep taking me to the park.
A 6-Year Old Park Lover: