I swiftly twist in circles on the slippery soaking bar. I grip on holding myself up. Yucky mud bubbles under me. The twisting slowly stops, and my hands can’t hold on anymore. I try to pull myself up but I can’t. Oh no! I’m slowly falling into the bubble mud. Swiftly falling my arm slips in front. The playground falls into darkness. Last thing I hear is people asking if i’m ok? My arm aches. Shouting, screaming, and dripping water slowly ends.
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