The seas raged around us. Cold wind cut through our clothes and brought stinging tears to our eyes. We held to the rigging, knowing if we fell in, we were doomed. Determined, we pressed on in search of the treasure. Nothing would get in our way.
Leaping from the safety of our ship, we landed on the planking, skittering quickly so as not to lose our balance. At the end of the dock, we traverse the obstacles and slid quietly past the building. Nearing the corner, we spied our quarry, the golden ball.
"Arggghh!", our pirate band screamed, rushing from cover with our swords drawn. Finally, the ball resting in our hands, we danced our pirate jig in celebration...until someone kicked the golden ball over the fence of the playground.
No one really cared, because now we had to sneak back passed the teachers perched on the bench to get to our ship. Off on another adventure...
I got to hang out with Logan's class on Friday. It's fun being a kid, even at 35. Stay young. Live adventurously.