I instinctively ducked away from the hand reaching toward me from the center of the jungle gym, and gracelessly face-planted on a t-joint of hard metal.
Sitting in the dirt, I ran my tongue over my fractured front tooth, tasting the iron tang of blood where my incisors cut through my lip. I spit out ivory grit and pink foam, and knew I was in deep trouble.
Mom told me to stay away from the playground while she watched my brother’s ballgame, but I never listen.
This would be the first time I contemplated running away from home.