Dear second-grader Sarah,
Hey you — yes, you. Right there in your multi-colored, striped mock turtleneck and fuschia corduroys. With those lace-up Keds on your feet. Alongside your fellow kiddos, you’re rushing across the blacktop and onto the wood chip-covered playground.
Some head to the swings, others towards the slides. Some run to the seesaw or the big metal climbing thing that looked like an igloo. But you, second-grader Sarah? You head straight for the monkey bars.