When I was still a child, I used to run after class to the playground in our school because I love the swing there, all of us, probably. It was the time when my bossy-classmate stepped in front and even made a rule in order not to get a fight as all of us would want to go first - you know, a childish argument. The first person that would go there first would absolutely have a swing first and then decides whether the late people could take a ride. That person would write using his/her fingers on your chest and decides if you'll be marked loser (x) or a winner (/), which is luckily some of my bigger classmates asserted even though they know that bossy-classmate would always get first.
At that time, my very-bossy classmate always run so fast, including sudden tripping, in order to be the first and to mark us, fellow classmates, whether accepted or not. Before, I was so shy that's why I always rely on my father who's always there during dismissal to catch me to go home and waits because I still wanted to go and have a swing. He even told me that he'll make a swing at our house for me not to get dirty, because the playground had a lot of grasses and I might trip - along with my bossy-classmate - and get injured. I often tell my dad that I want to play with them but I wanted him to command my classmates in order for me to ride on the swing first, which was always unsuccessful as my father don't want me to be selfish and always dependent even though I'm still a kiddo. One time, that bossy-classmate and I had a fight and during dismissal to the swing sessions that she obviously marked me loser (x) and I was so-not-accepting it and I was beginning to think that it was a so-not-rightful law to make because she'll be the only one who'll benefit. I ran to my father and told him I was not accepted and he said that it's final that he'd make a swing for me at our house.
My father was unsuccessful, with a lot of tries, his works were often weak and the only result is that I always fall from it - good thing there were no serious injuries. So he apologized and I accepted the fact because he's always there for me, anyway, and I've told him that I would go to play with my classmates again and go with the rules too, one last try to make it to the first.
This time, with my uncanny tactics and very un-shy-ish run and with a lot of stumbling, I achieved the first place and that bossy-classmate as the second placer. I was eager to mark her a loser and I won. I had my revenge and was happy about it. Until that time, I broke that stupid rule and regulated another - as the leader of the day - that first people to go there would definitely have a ride, but has some limits so as to forgive those who don't have the strength to run so fast and make a line. And until that time I stopped going to the swing with my classmates. It was really weird.
At that time, my very-bossy classmate always run so fast, including sudden tripping, in order to be the first and to mark us, fellow classmates, whether accepted or not. Before, I was so shy that's why I always rely on my father who's always there during dismissal to catch me to go home and waits because I still wanted to go and have a swing. He even told me that he'll make a swing at our house for me not to get dirty, because the playground had a lot of grasses and I might trip - along with my bossy-classmate - and get injured. I often tell my dad that I want to play with them but I wanted him to command my classmates in order for me to ride on the swing first, which was always unsuccessful as my father don't want me to be selfish and always dependent even though I'm still a kiddo. One time, that bossy-classmate and I had a fight and during dismissal to the swing sessions that she obviously marked me loser (x) and I was so-not-accepting it and I was beginning to think that it was a so-not-rightful law to make because she'll be the only one who'll benefit. I ran to my father and told him I was not accepted and he said that it's final that he'd make a swing for me at our house.
My father was unsuccessful, with a lot of tries, his works were often weak and the only result is that I always fall from it - good thing there were no serious injuries. So he apologized and I accepted the fact because he's always there for me, anyway, and I've told him that I would go to play with my classmates again and go with the rules too, one last try to make it to the first.
This time, with my uncanny tactics and very un-shy-ish run and with a lot of stumbling, I achieved the first place and that bossy-classmate as the second placer. I was eager to mark her a loser and I won. I had my revenge and was happy about it. Until that time, I broke that stupid rule and regulated another - as the leader of the day - that first people to go there would definitely have a ride, but has some limits so as to forgive those who don't have the strength to run so fast and make a line. And until that time I stopped going to the swing with my classmates. It was really weird.
Looking back at that memory was a bit great. I could sense my childish acts just to get the gold once and make it right. Right now I never had swing sessions, obviously, but I would still want to have one more swing session with my new-friends so that I could cherish my childhood memories, which was sweet that I could still remember. I might continue to break and make some things for the better. I'll just continue to walk with my life.
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