Successful alliteration?

Randiga regnbågar rullar rikt runt

Rinnande regndroppar ramlar raskt

Religiösa renar ränner runtomkring riket

Rena rama raketen

Så som solen skiner ser somliga stranden

Så som solen somnar ser somliga skolan

Så som sanden sjunger ser somliga svalar

Så som sommaren solar ser somliga sig själv

Det är ett speciellt glatt leende och humör som alltid förföljer mig när jag har varit på skrivarkurs. Även om det jag skriver makes no sense. Or maybe it does, but only for me.

English teacher: Remember to write every day!

Me: Whatever you say, boss!

I love one playground. One. It's not new or nice-looking, but old and crappy, with the colors light red and green peeled off the, what I like to call, playing devices. On top of a enormous sandbox there's a wide slide with an ugly little stairway and a creaky old sloping roof on top. Kids always used to climb it, like to dare each other to survive. There's also a couple of tire swings, a small baby cabin and a climbing frame I used to be really afraid of but still climbed everytime I went there. Scared but happy. Same thing with the big oak tree behind the blackberries on the other side of the pathway; I always climbed up there with my sister and our friends, but I seemed to have a problem getting down every single time. Even now, so many years later, it was even harder getting down

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It's not much, but it's my playground. It's where I grew up, and I love it.

Jag försäker att öva mitt engelska skrivande. Hope you don't mind :)