It’s equivalent to seeing a rainbow in the sky. For me it is, anyway.

It was lunch time but I had nothing to eat in the house. I also hadn’t been on my daily walk either.

Too unmotivated to cook anything, I just went to the Supermarket during my walk, bought a box of protein bars, and kept going on my way to my park.

There’s my favorite rope structure! I get to the top in no time, take off my backpack, sit down on the platform, and start gnawing through all five-cookie dough flavored bars.

They are my lunch for the day. A little picnic on the playground. A whole box of protein bars.

Very lazy lunch.

When you’re sitting up the top of the rope structure you get to see everyone else climbing up to the top of the rope structure from down below.

You see the top of their heads.

As I was going through all the bars, I saw a person of NORDIC ethnicity climbing to the top.

I think NORDIC people are the most BEAUTIFUL race of all races. All races are beautiful in their own way of course, but the Nordic in my opinion, take first place.

That’s why when I see a Nordic person, I get all happy inside because they’re not common where I’m from, and they’re beautiful. It’s equivalent to seeing a rainbow in the sky. For me, anyway.

I don’t see people with true Nordic ethnicity very often. It’s a once in a while event.

I’m pretty sure Elsa and Ana from Frozen are Nordic. Hence their appearance and their freezing location.

My DNA is only 1% Nordic. To small to tell. That 1% is from Sweeden. My Swedish heritage is the smallest heritage I have. The biggest piece is from Scotland.

One girl in my year level back in the day was very clearly of Nordic origin. Palest girl in the whole school. The only Nordic student we had.

Once in a while I’d hear people refer to her as ‘the albino’ when they were describing her to someone else.

If I heard someone call her that I’d interrupt;

She’s not ‘Albino’ she’s NORDIC!!!!

LEARN THE DIFFERENCE!!!!

I’ll admit though that from a distance it’s hard to tell if a pale person is albino or Nordic. But up close the difference is very obvious.

Nordic people’s pale-skin looks like it is from the extreme end of the skin tone spectrum. Very pale, but still a natural shade of white. And albino’s paleness isn’t even on the spectrum at all, because their skin tone ISN’T a natural shade of white. That’s how you tell the difference.

So anyway. I watched him climb up to where I was. I was hoping he’d talk to me, because most people who climb up to the top, where I like to sit, DO talk to me.

But nope he didn’t even acknowledge my existence.

He just went straight down the slide.

Whoooosssshhhhh!!!!!

After I finished my protein bar picnic, I went down the slide too.

Whooooosssshhhh!!!!!!!!!!!

I then sat on the wonky ’round about’ going round in circles and up and down, getting dizzier by the moment, when that little Nordic boy reappeared again. He jumped right onto the swing in front of me and got going.

After seeing him have so much fun I immediately started feeling even happier. I thought back to when I was also 7 years old, and I’d go to the playground and just ‘play’ without any cares or worries in the world too.

He was very good at conquering the playground too. He could climb to the stop of the structure in record speed, swing himself without being pushed by someone, do the monkey bars, he knew exactly how to play and have a good time. He was living his life to the fullest.

It very soon got dark so his grandpa took him and his sister home again.

That’s when the ‘big kids’ came out to play.

As I was swinging myself on the giant netted 360-degree swing, a group of about seven teenage boys showed up, and began climbing the rope structure.

I just curled up in my swing and watched them all gradually get to the top, to sit and ‘chill out’ up there.

When they eventually went down the slide, I got off the swing so that I could watch them play on it from a distance.

Hey lets all go on the giant swing! One called out.

From the top of the hill where I was sitting, I laughed as I watched them all play ‘stacks on’ so they could all swing at the same time.

This situation reminded me of the time my friend Lizard said he likes to go fishing at a nearby lake, but sometimes in the afternoon teenage girls would come, take off their uniforms to reveal their bikini’s underneath, and then play in the water.

If they’re there, they’re there. I can’t help but look at them if they show up and strip right in front of me. He says.

Well lucky you then. I said.

Now the genders are reversed.

The position I was in was the PERFECT position for a predator to strike.

It was late at night, it was dark and hard to see much, no one else around but the boys and I, lots of ‘hide out’ places (after all it is a very large playground), and I have contraception.

If a predator were in my place right now, they’d strike no doubt. I thought to myself.

Eventually they got off the swing and went to go play on the flying fox.

I wanted a go on the flying fox too!

But when I went over to have my go on it, it was all twisted over the wire….

Hello!

Hi! What happened to it? What did you do to it?

Uh…. I dunno! Do you want me to fix it for you?

Yes please.

*Fixes it.*

There you go!

Thankyou.

*Rides the flying fox.*

But I’m not a predator you see. So instead of taking any of them for a ride, I took the flying fox for a ride instead.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz DOYNG!!!!!!

This is a video I took that shows the playground I was at. You’re most welcome to watch to the whole thing of course, however, the actual playground display begins at: 3:05