Personal Narrative Kickball

On a scorching hot day, I feel a slight breeze as my hair falls above my eyes. We are all excited to finally go to the playground after a day of hard work. On a typical day, my friends and I play competitive kickball games that usually end in an argument. But today, I smelled the musty and sharp sense of rain from last night. I looked to see there was mud covering the whole field, which resulted in the teachers howling at us to get off. They informed us that we had to go to the sand to play. When we got to the sand, we decided to play a simple game of tag. Alec wanted to be the first one to be “it”, so everyone sprinted to the other side of the playground, hiding behind anything they could find. As I saw Alec coming, I bolt around the corner