Spring Fling Kidlit Contest

DAD’S HAMMOCK RULES

No shoes, 

no standing, 

don’t wiggle or rock.

No flipping,

no tipping, 

don’t yell or talk.

But how can I be still when I’m a rocket ship 

soaring all the way to mars? 

Blasting off in 

3…

2…

1…

Remember the rules?

But they’re no fun!

Let’s play something else. How about this one:

I’m a bird that’s making a nest in a tree

When a hawk comes I fly-

Maybe not so high. 

Lower.

Lower? 

I won’t escape if it swings any slower.

What if…

I’m Spiderman!

No.

A monkey swinging high in the green!

No.

We’re diving in a submarine!

No.

…oh.

I’ve got an idea, smell the salt on the breeze?

We’re pirates that sail the seven seas!

We bob and float above the deep,

swaying

swaying

swaying

sleep.

This is my (133 word) entry for a fun little spring-themed writing contest. It’s a conversation between Dad and child trying to come to an agreement about what activity they’re going to do in the hammock.

It was inspired by my husband trying to take a nap in his hammock last spring and our kids… making it difficult. I wrote the story down and knew it was perfect for this contest, so I held onto it for a whole year! He was so kind to re-enact for this gif, made via giphy.com. I hope you enjoyed it!