My Energetic Hands

    My hand are rough, but can be very gentle. They are small and chubby, but surprisingly strong. With my hands, they can play the piano and dance gracefully down the black and white keys. My hands can hold a book and as I read, I dream of a faraway place. They can swing a golf club when I play golf with my family on the weekends and bring me pleasure as the club hits the ball with a satisfying thud. With my hands, I can hit a tennis ball with my racket and feel the fierce pride coursing through me as I successfully ace my opponent. My energetic hands allow me to swim fast on the swim team. They also allow me to splash my friends while we cool down in the pool under the hot blazing sun. If it weren't for my hands, I wouldn't be able to help younger children wash scratches or put a bandage on their cuts. If I didn't have my hands, I would not be able to tickle fight with my dad when he comes to say good night to me. I wouldn't be able to paint or sketch, which I like doing. In all, my hands have become my favorite part of me. I love my hands, as I do with the rest of my body.