Shadow's story

Every day when I go home from the custodian class, it is dark, to the neighborhood, there are rows of bright street lamps, there are grandparents dancing in the square, and my good friend ------ shadow, they are accompanying me to go home, so that the day is dark again I am not afraid.

Walking under the street lamp, the shadow of the small black to find me, small black is the name I gave it. It is just like a follower. When I jump, it jumps too. When I jump, it jumps to see who can jump higher. When I run, it also runs to see who can run faster. Sometimes it's not as tall as me, it's so short that it comes under my feet. But sometimes it is taller than me, long, like a cloned black giant. When I carry my backpack in front of me, the shadow looks like an aunt with a big belly about to have a baby. When I carry my backpack behind me, the shadow looks like a slow turtle with a heavy shell. Sometimes it's in the back, sometimes in the front, sometimes on the right hand side, sometimes on the left hand side, and it never leaves me. We are best friends.

Shadow, shadow, I love you!