Walking towards the spot where we meet to pick the tagger, Maddie and I stood silently, while we waited for the other players. It was a breezy, winter day. Everyone was dressed in sweatpants or leggings. Although I was wearing jeans. When everyone showed up we chose the tagger by putting our feet in the middle, and a person would go around saying a rhyme, and whoever it landed on was ¨it¨. ¨Okay, Katharineś it. Katharine count to forty before you come tag us.” By then I had already started counting. ¨35,36,37,38,39,40….¨I walked up to the park where most of my grade was, and it was tricky to spot people who were playing because of all the extra objects. I found Maddie crunched under the big green rock wall. She also saw me because she started
