It’s always been my oldest’s favorite place.
She hasn’t been too picky – when it consisted of poorly made metal pieces that perhaps would have been illegal to play on in America & that were definitely too hot to play on 7 months out of the year – she still loved to go there. The children, the bikes, the goats, and the swings – she asked to go often and we would go…almost always with a stop at the ice cream shop b/c what we lacked for in parks – we totally made up for in ice cream. We just happened to have the best on the island.
She couldn’t believe it the first time she saw one in South Africa. Green grass growing underneath, the items were painted bright colors and the things to play on didn’t look like she might fall to her death at any given moment. Many, many hours were spent at parks & playgrounds – and her shrills of delight never diminished.
And then came America…I’ll never forget driving down the road and her shouting out the window to stop at the park – “momma!! let’s go play there!!” – and finally figuring out she had seen a play-set in someone’s BACKYARD. She truly could not comprehend at the time how people were able to have parks in their own backyard that were just for their family to play on + whomever they had invited.
Then there’s today. A playground set in our back yard and we know the ins and outs of every nearby park/playground around. It’s still a favorite no matter the season but I did hear her pray, “And God, please make the sun not as hot so that we can play in our jackets and not burn ourselves” – Yep. That about sums it up.
This is Day 21 of Write 31 Days Challenge.