Each morning for the past week, his mum had wheeled him into the park. She’d park him so he could watch the kids playing, climbing, swinging and sliding.
He was a passive boy content to observe, but in his mind, a story was playing out. He imagined himself climbing the highest apparatus, swinging freely, no challenge too great. His body as supple as the kids in front of him.
There was a girl, called Heidi, who intrigued him, she played as he imaged he could. She was to him a princess, and he wanted so much to engage with her.