"Anything you can do, I can do better!"
Six year old Tim Reville puffed out his chest proudly, ignoring the glare of the blonde girl before him. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she was tapping her foot, an annoyed twitch in her eye.
"Oh really?" Candy asked, walking over and poking him in the chest with a single finger, her eyes narrowed. Tim let out a noise similar to that of a deflating balloon, and rubbed his chest with a wince, but nodded firmly.
"It's true! I can do everything better than YOU! I'm faster, cooler, stronger and just better than you!"
Candy took a deep calming breath and put her hands on her hips, a small pout making its way onto her face as she stared at her friend slash rival.
"And what makes you say that?" she asked, watching him closely. He seemed surprised by this question, having though it was obvious and shrugged as he answered.
"Because you're a girl!"
Before he knew what was happening, Tim was wrestled into the ground by his female friend, who was shouting at him, too fast for him to understand. Together, the rolled and wrestled towards the edge of the local hill, teetering dangerously on the edge. With one final shove and an attempt at a punch from Candy, the two began to roll down the hill, both of them shrieking and yelling as they rolled.
Now laughing hysterically, the two children rolled into a large pile of leaves at the bottom of the hill, which had been swept up and collected from the trees, as it was fall. Both of them poked their heads out of the pile, and Candy grinned down at Tim, who looked a little disorientated.
"Girls are just as good as boys." Candy said in a determined manner. "And I so beat you."
"You did not!" Tim cried, but he was grinning.
"How about we settle this in a race??"
"Last one to my house is the loser!"