Jackson happily climbed to the top of a tree, his skin freckled and pink from the sun and his hair was bleached the color of sunflower, the unruly curls tucked beneath a brown cap. His callused hands gripped at the branches as he hoisted himself higher and higher, grinning when the breeze threatened to blow his cap off.
Riley sat outside in the gardens, flipping through the pages of her book, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, happily. She hardly noticed the butterfly that was flitting about near her. She glanced up when she heard the back door of the house open up, frowning at the interruption.