First Dash

Sitting still is boring. I hopped down from the windowsill and hit the smooth hardwood with a sharp clack. Clear runway ahead! I leaned forward, pushed off with my red sneakers, and dashed straight toward a stray shiny brass key ring sitting on the rug. My knees clicked into full stride. Skidded to a halt right over it, scooped the hoop with one finger, and spun it around like a trophy. Plenty of room to run here!

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