Albert Pinkham Ryder, Panel for a Screen: Children Frightened by a Rabbit (ca 1876)
Sunshine. Yellow-gold. The color of the sky, vibrant blue, desert blue.
Wet heat rises from newly-watered lawn. Water droplets on tree leaves. Tiny
rust spots growing on the swingset, on the slide, where bolts hold thin cheap metal
Children's voices. Water Wiggle©; Slip 'n' Slide©.
They're having fun. Good for them.
They're not your friends. You don't want to be mean, but, truth is, you dislike
them. They're stupid, slow, like little baby cows, uncreative, unable to invent new games
or explore new rules or do anything too much they haven't done a million times exactly the
The worst is their dependency. Without their adults they wouldn't know what to
do. They'd sit and do nothing, probably.
At home your friends are as unsupervised as you would be if you
were with them. What difference does it make? What is it about this summer which causes you
to be singled out for unnecessary isolation?
Top of the slide. You read The Return of the King in one day, basically without
budging from that spot.
The lady says, "I've never seen a child read as much as you."
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