One time, my friends Connie and Heather, who used to effortlessly zip back and forth on the monkey bars, managed to hoist me to the top, only to discover that I did not know how to get down. The bell rang. The playground emptied. There I remained.
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perched on top of the metal structure, like the last pomegranate on the highest branch of a tree. Minutes later, Mrs. Sandberg showed up, trailed by the entire classroom, their faces lit up, eager to witness what would undoubtedly be remembered as one of the most memorable days of second grade, for them. They formed a circle around Mrs. Sandberg.
who repeatedly assured me that I could trust her. Wearing my new outfit from the Pretty Plus section of Sears, I hesitantly lowered one leg, then the other. After gentle coaxing, I finally let go. Holy backache, Mrs. Sandberg caught me in her outstretched arms!