If You Could Choose One Day“Push me! As fast as you can!”
Piotr's three friends began to push the merry-go-round, sending it spinning faster and faster. Piotr laughed with helpless delight. The old carousel squeaked and creaked. He clung on, the playground whirring by in a blur of faces, trees, faces again. When it was going as fast as it could he steadied himself, clutching the steel handles, then threw himself off. He landed in a tumbling heap on the grass. His friends – Danny and Roger and John – whooped with laughter at the sight of him. Piotr laughed along with them. He tried to stand but his head spun so much he succeeded only in walking in little circles before collapsing back to the ground.
“My go,” said Danny. “Push me, now. Even faster.” Danny was a year older than the rest of
