PART 1:
"Sam, wait up!" I yelled as I ran across the street. She waited for me, her hand extended. Not stopping, I grabbed her hand and we ran into the woods behind my house, straight to our special place. A balançoire, swing set, that had been there since before we were born sat in the middle of a small meadow. I sat on one of the creaky swings and Sam gave me a push. Then she plopped down in the other one. "You ever wonder who built this thing?" I asked her. She flipped her short, red ponytail behind her and looked over at me. "I dunno. But I bet they were just like us." I thought about it for a minute....
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