I haven't really told anyone, but I miss the hop-scotch court we used to have in front of our house.
It wasn't exactly a popular game at school, and between the slides and swings and jungle gym on the playground, me and my friends were always too busy with other fun things to play on some old faded-out blacktop. It's the kind of thing a kid with no imagination does when they've been kicked out of the library... play the boring old hopscotch.
But the court in front of my house was special. It had decorations on it that made it seem new, and exciting, and fun! The little stars were like portals to another world, and the crescent moon was so perfectly round, like Grandpa's spectacles or... or part of an ancient magic coin!
It wasn't always there, or at least, I didn't notice the hopscotch court till someone came along with chalk to decorate it. Then, when it was all new and shiny, the game called to me when I was at home. It was like... suddenly... a new thing, a thing just for me, where I could go and pretend about traveling in mystic space, do ya. If only I'd known then that I could teleport, I might have tried to take myself to the moon.
The playground at school was fun. Our games were always loud and sometimes dangerous, because if we were too rambunctious the yard duty would make us sit still for the rest of recess. But there were two things she always approved... hop scotch, and hand-clap games.
Miss Suzie had a shotgun, the shotgun had no shells
She loaded it with knives and forks and shot the boss to
Hello elevator, please give me floor one-nine
And if you keep me stuck here, I'll kick your small
Behind the Manni village, there was a little cave
Miss Suzie fell inside it, and drowned beneath a
Wave goodbye to heaven, the pearly gates are closed
The apples in the orchard are redder than the
r-o-s-e, r-o-s-e, r-o-s-e, rose! rose! rose!
Maybe I should ask Carrie to play with me. Or James. I bet they'd like that.
It wasn't exactly a popular game at school, and between the slides and swings and jungle gym on the playground, me and my friends were always too busy with other fun things to play on some old faded-out blacktop. It's the kind of thing a kid with no imagination does when they've been kicked out of the library... play the boring old hopscotch.But the court in front of my house was special. It had decorations on it that made it seem new, and exciting, and fun! The little stars were like portals to another world, and the crescent moon was so perfectly round, like Grandpa's spectacles or... or part of an ancient magic coin!
It wasn't always there, or at least, I didn't notice the hopscotch court till someone came along with chalk to decorate it. Then, when it was all new and shiny, the game called to me when I was at home. It was like... suddenly... a new thing, a thing just for me, where I could go and pretend about traveling in mystic space, do ya. If only I'd known then that I could teleport, I might have tried to take myself to the moon.
The playground at school was fun. Our games were always loud and sometimes dangerous, because if we were too rambunctious the yard duty would make us sit still for the rest of recess. But there were two things she always approved... hop scotch, and hand-clap games.
Miss Suzie had a shotgun, the shotgun had no shells
She loaded it with knives and forks and shot the boss to
Hello elevator, please give me floor one-nine
And if you keep me stuck here, I'll kick your small
Behind the Manni village, there was a little cave
Miss Suzie fell inside it, and drowned beneath a
Wave goodbye to heaven, the pearly gates are closed
The apples in the orchard are redder than the
r-o-s-e, r-o-s-e, r-o-s-e, rose! rose! rose!
Maybe I should ask Carrie to play with me. Or James. I bet they'd like that.
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