The Street is My Playground

It was first day of July, just a couple days into the Holy Month of Ramadhan for Moslem.Despite of the cool shade outside, no kids was playing outside.

You was sleeping when Dad arrive at home. Dad was finishing a long assignment, and come home early not long after noon. As usual, once you wake up, the firetruck was the first thing that you looked for.

“Lets play outside”, Dad said. With firetruck on the right hand, and “Bis” on your left hand, you march outside carefully. Not long after that, you start pushing both car around. Squatting at first, then sitting to be more comfortable.