The blinding rays of the sun kiss my pale skin, already tightening and turning pink, as I struggle to push our stroller up the hill, seeking summertime adventure.
I spot the park in the distance, like a lush oasis in this dessert of blacktop, but the moisture on my chest, combined with a bit of painful chub rub, just makes me want to return home to my air conditioned apartment.
My son laughs joyfully in his seat, arms stretched outwards, embracing the outdoors and sunshine, reminding me why I put myself through this torture.
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My weekly response for Sonya’s Three Line Tales (Week 73) writing challenge. Photo by Christian Widell via Unsplash.
My Life as Jan 
Ahh, this made me smile at the vision of the little child, enjoying the outdoors. 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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We would all be better off if we just shared the joy of children.
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Very true!
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Nice take. One joyous laugh can make momentary discomfort seem worth it.
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Thank you. 🙂
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