I turned.
He was still behind me.
I ran and ran, him following me at every turn.
I slide under the monkey bars,
scrambled over the slide.
I turned around,
he was gone.
I jumped down the firemans pole.
Using the pole itself would have taken to long.
I landed, one knee in the woodchips, my hands pressed against the ground.
I looked up,
something touched my head.
Something warm, with five fingers.
I was a goner, for sure.
“Tag!” the voice said, “You’re it!!”