Memories of a 7-year old;
"Okay you pretend to be ducky,
and I'll pretend to be be peetree!
and, and you gotta hop and I can fly, okay?"
I dictated enthusiastically.
"Yeaahh!" she replied.
"Swoooosh, follow me, swooosh" I shouted with spread wings,
running fast down a hill.
"Owww!!" She cried behind me.
Turning I saw her lying at the bottom of the hill.
"Oh no, you've got a cut!
Lets stop pretending now, I'll go get a grown-up"
and I ran off.
"I'm going to stop pretending that I didn't break your heart" - Eels