running

Hayden Williams
Nov 3 · 3 min read

During recess, I used to run a lot. I ran because I liked it. Even when the other kids gave me a reason to run, when they hit me and called me names, I wasn’t running to get away from them. I was just running.

My dad always used to say that I was running from something. One time, he picked me up after school and saw that my arms and legs were bruised. He asked me what happened, so I told him that the other kids hurt me. He asked me why and I told…

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