Amber’s parents were mean. They wouldn’t let her go out and play. The family was living near to a super-fun playground, but Amber’s mom made her walk right home from school every day. Amber was a good girl, and she didn’t like lying to her mom, but sometimes moms can be wrong. So Amber started taking a half-hour to get home, but it was only a fifteen-minute walk. The other fifteen minutes of each day were spent in the super-fun playground. She played teacher, picking up pens in the ground and holding the cap in her mouth while marking invisible papers. And she played princess, and wrapped herself in the funny-smelling cheesecloth on the ground and pretended it was a pretty dress. And she played witch, and made a potion in a cut-open tire and threw rocks in it and pretended the rocks were frogs and that they turned into princes, and kissed them. Then she played princess again. One day Amber got so wrapped up in a tea party (she was using broken bottles as teacups, and some green stuff in a puddle as tea) she forgot to only stay for fifteen minutes. Her mom came by, out of breath and crying, since she thought Amber got lost. Amber knew she was in trouble. Normally Mom got relieved when she found Amber. But this time she seemed more worried than ever. And she kept on saying the park was super fun, except she kept on mispronouncing super fun, putting a “d” on the end of it.