Fly On The Wall

I don't really remember what its like being a kid again. I've been told throughout my life that "It's time to grow up" or "With age, comes responsibility." No one ever told me to act young or to forget responsibility, but that is exactly what kids had the power to do. They could get dirty, and be loud, and run all over the place and even if it was rambunctious or annoying, it was just a kid being a kid. There were many things to observe on the playground: kids playing together, the wonders of the jungle gym or even the patty cake rhymes kids sing today. But one thing stood out in my mind when I saw a little girl on time out. As adults, our punishment is much more severe, but as a child, the worst that could happen was a "time out," and I totally forgot what that felt like. I help out a school from time to time and when a girl was put in time out, I decided to observe her.
 It was time for recess, and I stood in the shade between the playground and the "time out" wall. One girl gladly took my place against the wall. She was smiling and humming, and relaxing. I don't remember time out being this fun. Ten minutes in, a boy with brown hair and glasses comes over, “Hey are you okay? I’ve been worried about you.” he said. The girl rolled her eyes and said, “I’m fine” The little boy offered his company, “You want me to stay here with you?” he asked.
The girl shook her head, “No.” The boy got the hint and walked away. The girl looked at me and I pretended I didn't hear a thing a quickly looked in another direction. A few minutes later, the boy with the glasses came back. “Are you sure?” he asked. "Sure about what?" the girl questioned.
The little boy adjusted his shirt and said, "Are you sure you don't want me to stay here with you. I will make your time out less lonely." The girl said "Yes I am sure."
“Why not?” he inquired. She shrugged and looked away, “I need to be alone.”
The little boy came closer, “But I am your boyfriend,” he argued. “Not for long,” I muttered under my breath. “What does that mean?” he asked.
The girl started to shake. I thought maybe I should step in, but I was too late. “I don’t want to be your girlfriend anymore! You are driving me crazy. I only yelled at Amanda so I could get on time out and avoid spending time with you! Everywhere I go, you are there! You never go away!” she said very loudly. He used a conciliatory voice, “I just like spending time with you, honey.”
She snapped back at him, “Well I don’t. All I wanted was to race you and the next minute I am your girlfriend. I didn’t want this.” The little boy sunk his head down to his chest and said, “I am sorry. I will leave you alone now.”
He began to walk away. “Oh I almost forgot,” he dug into his pocket and pulled out a yellow flower. “This is for you. It’s pretty and it reminded me of you. I thought it would make you feel better during time out.” He handed her a yellow daisy and walked away.

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