In the park she played.
She wore an orange t-shirt with a big print and a pair of comfortable jeans.
Perfect climbing attire.
She dangled her legs far down beneath, elongating her little body past its obvious boundaries.
Strength and concentration were needed to progress from one bar to the next.
All the while,
the Game in her mind was at still in its infancy.
It was one about conquering the park.
The first step to be taken before the Game could be played, was to subdivide the landscape into regions.
The second was to tread on each of these individually,
in her mind effectively conquering them.
Veni,
Vidi,
Vici.
This Game was similar to one the girl used to play when she was younger,
one in which she pretended to be a Queen from a distant land that wore exotic costumes and was UN Secretary General by day, rockstar by night. And of course also a Vet in her spare time.
She had become absorbed into a state of flow when she heard:
“Hey, little boy!”
“I’m not a boy, I’m a girl,” she thought and then said out loud, tampering with the edge of her baggy t-shirt.
“Doesn’t this idiot know that girls can climb too? Doesn’t he know that girls can wear orange baggy t-shirts if they feel like it?” she thought.
“Hey little boy, get down from there. We have a YMCA Camp coming to play here and we’ve reserved this space for them. Go play over there on the other side,” the man said.
“I’m not a boy, I’m a girl,” she repeated as she climbed down.
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