It was Saturday morning and my mind remained paralyzed while trying to think about a thesis for my writing assignment. In desperate attempts, I even asked God to deliver me an essay and in return, I promised to attend church the next day. After waiting several minutes, no essay appeared from the heavens above. I concluded that God must have been busy, if there was a paper to be written it was up to me.
             As I was starting to scratch out some words on to my paper, the door to my room burst open and my nine year-old son excitedly asked me to take him the playground. I quickly replied that I might take him later, but I was busy working on homework. I heard him mutter under his breath that a nice mom would take him to the playground. I snapped back at him, "Shush go play. I am the nicest mom in the world. Someday you'll realize that."
             After several minutes had passed and still not much progress, I decided that maybe it was a good time to take a break and go to the playground. In leaving my room, my son and his friend met me. Their facial expressions told me what they were about to ask for the hundredth time. Before finishing my reply the children were out the door and on their way towards the playground.
             When I stepped outside the sunshine immediately penetrated my skin and swam through my veins like dolphins at play. It was a feeling that I had longed for all year. My senses became alive as I inhaled the fresh spring air. The smell of sweet hyacinths, fresh grasses, and coal barbecues filtered throughout the neighborhood. Chirping sounds of baby birds, beckoning for their mothers to return to the nest and bee's buzzing by brightly colored tulips were everywhere. I felt as though I had been in a coma all year and I was just awakening.
             My journey towards the playground unveiled many pleasures. Butterflies danced delightfully through the warm breeze, the neighborhood children laughed and playe
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