The swings at the park

I checked my watch. 21:28 3rd of April 2025. I was just sitting there in an empty park, slowly swaying back and forth on a swing. Out of nowhere, I heard a faint ‘sewwyyyy’. Followed by a thump on the ground from a silhouette with Ronaldo’s stance. To my surprise, a kid, no taller than the gates he had just leaped over, had sort of just spawned there. He rushed past me on the swing and remarked “Gosh you are so boring just sitting there. Booooooring.” I was taken aback by this surprising first remark from a stranger. I replied back “hey, it’s nice!” He swerved around the monkey bars and picked up his sweater from the floor, then made his way towards the empty swing seat to my right. “How old are you? 13? 15?” he questioned me. I wasn’t sure whether I was to take that as a compliment or insult: “I’m a little older than that, I’m 19 now.” He started to add momentum to the swing by stretching his legs and replied “Oh cool, I’m 10 and 3/4. But anyway, I was playing football here for 3 hour

I checked my watch. 21:28 3rd of April 2025. I was just sitting there in an empty park, slowly swaying back and forth on a swing. Out of nowhere, I heard a faint ‘sewwyyyy’. Followed by a thump on the ground from a silhouette with Ronaldo’s stance. To my surprise, a kid, no taller than the gates he had just leaped over, had sort of just spawned there. He rushed past me on the swing and remarked “Gosh you are so boring just sitting there. Booooooring.” I was taken aback by this surprising first remark from a stranger. I replied back “hey, it’s nice!” He swerved around the monkey bars and picked