Being down here, we don’t see much. We’re always covered and hidden by socks and shoes, as if we’re too embarrassing for you to look at. But sometimes, when you’re feeling daring, we can feel the rough grittiness of the cement sidewalk, can feel the heat radiating from it on a warm summer day. We’re never high enough to know what we’re missing. Remember that one time you were on the swing barefoot? You raised us high above your head, and we all saw the distant buildings in the wispy clouds, the broccoli-topped trees, and the feeling of being tall, at the top of the world. Why do you think you always raise us above your head when you swing? We have minds of our own.
By Anna, 9th grade
[photo by Mary Elise via flickr]