Teeter-Tottering
Sitting on one end, completely alone. I push off the sand, smile, but it doesn't last. My legs fold until I'm seated back on the ground. My chin drops, wobbles; I don't want to play this game anymore. It isn't fun. Suddenly my feet leave the ground as you drop into place. Your eyes twinkle and I smile, delighted. You guide me to lift my legs and cross them over the plank and we sit there, perfectly balanced. Same height, same build, same weight on our shoulders. The world falls and I hit the ground with a jarring thud. I cry out as pain shoots up my spine and my teeth smack together. I look around. Where did you go? Why did you leave me ? I push my shaking legs into the sand which shifts, makes me slip. I grit my teeth, will myself up. My knee joints protest and my arms are shaking; it was much easier when we were two. Finally, I am standing and there's a smile on my lips; I made it on my own! How had I not seen that success the first time arou...