I live next to a kindergarten and I can see the playground from my window.
Colorful, happy in shapes.
We didn’t have that kind of a playground at that age.
The world was our playground.
Trees, lakes, fields, big yards.
The world has changed as much as the people. There is one thing though that stays the same. The happy voices and yelling that come from the playground.
We were even noisier.
Because our space to play was bigger and we had to find each other.
At least that I remember.
And I love it.
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