Hana's "dragons" paragraph

We stare down,

from the swings,

towards the gritty, cold sand, in the sandbox.

I jumped off the swings. Now on the floor.

Running across the fine, wet grass.

My narrow, tiny-toes brushing against ground.

I dash back to the swings.

Again, flying high, feeling the sun beaming on me.

With my dragon wings.

Landing back on the bottom.

Singing, dancing, laughing.

Then, we swing back to the sky.

Smelling the wondrous fresh air.

On top of the world.

Being a dragon.