One day, I was sitting on the swings at the playground all alone. Just sitting there watching all the other kids play and have fun. I remember wondering why no one would play with me. Then, a little boy around my age came running up and asked me to play with him. Smiling wider than I ever had before, I hopped off the swings and went to go play with my new friend.
She sat on the swings, lifting her legs to the sky and letting her hair hang back. She felt free, as though these chains would break and she would be propelled into the sky. The playground would vanish as she rose above the clouds into the great beyond. But she could still hear the passing cars, the excited children, and the whoosh of the wind as she continued to go back and forth, chained.
Once, on my school’s playground, my sister fell off the jungle gym onto the gravel and skinned her knee really bad. She got a pretty nasty scar from it, but she always reminds me of how grateful she is that I dropped everything to get her the nurse’s office.
She is fierce, full of fiery energy that seems to burst from every pore.
A complete whirlwind of hair and friendship bracelets.
Her smile is unabashed,
untainted,
undaunted.
She turns, laughs, and teases.
“Catch me if you can!”
when i was in third grade we had a playground with rocks on it. i knew that i would get in trouble for throwing rocks. everyone who threw rocks always got in trouble. but inevitable, one day, i threw rocks at a boy.
A girl falls off the swing set and get’s rushed to the hospital her mother is called and arrives soon after. The doctors say she won’t live wrong, her father arrives soon after. The two collaborate and find that although they are divorced they still love one another. Which breaks the little girls stupor and she lives… Talk about insane
just as the kids left the playground, the man rose from the shadows and continued his path, little did he know that a boy, small and silly was still outside, looking at him
No one thinks about the tunnel. The sweet humble tunnel. The one next to the swing, who squeaks with arrogance and pride. The tunnel to the left of the slide who sees himself as all powerful. The tunnel is not thought of, but it knows it’s place, and is happy.
PLaygrounds are so nice because they allow one to express themselves in ways that wouldn’t feel comfortable in other areas. For example, it is not considered immature to yell when descending down the slide, but it is in other situations. It allows one to devolve into the careless, free life of the younger ages.
My childhood was spent on the playground. Friendships were formed, tears shed, blood spilled, and in one instance, my best friend’s brother hung himself in our playground. So many memories good and bad, always to be with me. I won’t ever forget the years spent playing four-square, tag, swinging, jump rope, hopscotch . . . Good times.
im traveling going up the slide.. I always enjoyed the slide when i was a young lass.. I plan on meeting my friends soon so we can have a picnic. Hopefully then we can have a water balloon fight and play some basketball
We waited in the playground at burger king. I watched his face change from annoyance, to joy, to indifference as time passed. He was tired of waiting, but felt an obligation to.
SO, at BK we sat. Being the awesome teens that we are.
Once when I was a little child, i went to a playground that had a white fence. There was a dog, and he ate my cookie. WHY DID HE EAT MY COOKIE? FUCK. I LOVE COOKIES. Anyways, thats the day i found out i hated dogs.
He watched all the bronzed bodies lying on the beach; this had become the playground for those who wished to show off their honed and toned frames. Mark lit a cigarette, he knew who he was looking for, but would he find her here?
I met my best friend on a playground. We had lived across the street the previous summer but never talked. However, on the first day of school we met and have been best friends ever since.
i used to love playing on the playground in elementary school. especially the monkey bars. i would always get blisters. i still have a callus from 1st grade playing on the monkey bars. those were the best years of my life. i dont think ill ever be to old to play on a playground.
There was a great playground where we used to go camping. It has this merry-go-round thing. All the kids would load up on it and I, trying to be popular as always, would push it and it would go so, so fast. I was always best at pushing. I used to get epic blisters on my palms from it.
sometimes i think back to my childhood days and think of the swing set in my back yard that my brother and I used to play on. It was a typical play set, but it meant so much to me. the other day, i saw this picture my mom kept of this swing set with me upside down on the monkey bars and I cried. I grew up too fast.
screams of children echo over the blacktop
the sun shines between the swing sets squeaking their way toward the sky
balls bounce with a twang on the hard ground
and swoosh through the net
I drop everything as I start my dead sprint. My bag hits the ground as my sneakers fight the gravel for grip. I jump onto the rubber, hoping that i won’t fall in the process. It is a race after all. As I look back to see my opponent struggling to get up with scraped knees, I take advantage of my placement. I run, stop, and back up. The throne fits perfectly as I begin to sway my legs in victorious enjoyment. The swing was mine. I had official become the queen of the playground. Silly boy, should have never tried to beat a silly girl. Besides, he should have known that we play dirty.
He licked his lips, looking around at all of the little children playing. They swung from swing sets and laughed joyously and they darted across the field to the jungle gym. Curly, blonde hair bouncing in ponytails, brown tresses coming free from curls, all the eyes sparkling in happiness, all inviting him to come play with them.
Oh, what scars? From this and that. Jumping off the swings only to fall on your face. The toppling over on the slide onto your face. Basically, every afternoon, someone or another ended up landing in some tragic position that will stick with them longer than the bruises.
everyday out on the playground. past the walls of this classroom, past the honeymoon stage of the first few weeks of schools, there lies the reality of the middle grades. where relationships are formed and torn apart, where looks are exchanged and bodies discover what it means to be close and far apart.
i love playing on the ground at the playground. the playground has swings, jungle gyms, and monkey bars. it’s nice to swing and feel the air through my hair and the breeze softly blow across my skin. I like to hear the loud giggles of the children around, waiting patiently for their time to come and grow up, to be aware of the demons that will fight to consume their entire world.
the playground was filled with laughter, pattering feet, wails of scrapped knees. i sat on the merry go round, staring at the sky, wondering, when did it ever get so blue?
I dash through the playground, laughing. Tag is such a simple game. I love every minute of it. My heart is pounding. This is normal, but it is rare for me to feel it. My hand makes contact with the back of his shirt.
The swings! I want to go on the swings!
Pumping, pumping, pumping.
Pulling back on the chains, legs out, head thrown back.
Toes to the clouds. Wind in my hair.
The swings are the BEST part of the playground!
school kids fun laughter monkey bars swings kick ball slides happieness sand dirt sunshine friends memories elementary schools merry go round play time recess
takes me back to my glory days. owning the jungle gym. sliding down those slides, going at least 100 mph. getting chased by the boys. bloody knees from the pea gravel.
Children laugh in the playground slipping on slides and swining on swings. They laugh and giggle and play. So happy. They always are so oblivious to the way people see them. They just live. Carpe Diam, live for the moment, This is the magic of childhood. This unique discare for everything.
It was the middle of fall, the leaves were falling and the wind was blowing. I walked towards the playground hoping I would find some escape from my reality. I saw at the vey edge there was an old rusty swing. So I decided to go sit and swing. I went higher and higher and higher, the wind blew my hair behind me. This was the most freedom I’ve felt in such a long time, I felt my problems seeping out of my body into the air. All of the sudden I felt hands on my back pushing me; these hands were familiar though; they were his. At that moment I knew I was in the right place, as long as he was here I would be alright. I stopped the swing and turned around to kiss him; all of the sudden he vanished, just like that. I woke up realizing that it was all just a dream and everything was still stuck in this harsh reality.
i used to play house with my little friends on the playground. we’d go into the brush and small trees after assigning roles and we’d pick the dead branches and use them as brooms to sweep the dirt floors of our houses. then we’d argue about who would change the baby’s diapers and fix dinner.
When I was little, I loved to play on the playground. I would sometimes make up intense stories on the equipment and other times just simply…swing. And think about flying. The playground always made me want to fly. More than that, it made me believe I could.
One day, I was sitting on the swings at the playground all alone. Just sitting there watching all the other kids play and have fun. I remember wondering why no one would play with me. Then, a little boy around my age came running up and asked me to play with him. Smiling wider than I ever had before, I hopped off the swings and went to go play with my new friend.
She sat on the swings, lifting her legs to the sky and letting her hair hang back. She felt free, as though these chains would break and she would be propelled into the sky. The playground would vanish as she rose above the clouds into the great beyond. But she could still hear the passing cars, the excited children, and the whoosh of the wind as she continued to go back and forth, chained.
Once, on my school’s playground, my sister fell off the jungle gym onto the gravel and skinned her knee really bad. She got a pretty nasty scar from it, but she always reminds me of how grateful she is that I dropped everything to get her the nurse’s office.
She is fierce, full of fiery energy that seems to burst from every pore.
A complete whirlwind of hair and friendship bracelets.
Her smile is unabashed,
untainted,
undaunted.
She turns, laughs, and teases.
“Catch me if you can!”
I’m running, I’m running
And then she is gone.
when i was in third grade we had a playground with rocks on it. i knew that i would get in trouble for throwing rocks. everyone who threw rocks always got in trouble. but inevitable, one day, i threw rocks at a boy.
A girl falls off the swing set and get’s rushed to the hospital her mother is called and arrives soon after. The doctors say she won’t live wrong, her father arrives soon after. The two collaborate and find that although they are divorced they still love one another. Which breaks the little girls stupor and she lives… Talk about insane
just as the kids left the playground, the man rose from the shadows and continued his path, little did he know that a boy, small and silly was still outside, looking at him
No one thinks about the tunnel. The sweet humble tunnel. The one next to the swing, who squeaks with arrogance and pride. The tunnel to the left of the slide who sees himself as all powerful. The tunnel is not thought of, but it knows it’s place, and is happy.
PLaygrounds are so nice because they allow one to express themselves in ways that wouldn’t feel comfortable in other areas. For example, it is not considered immature to yell when descending down the slide, but it is in other situations. It allows one to devolve into the careless, free life of the younger ages.
My childhood was spent on the playground. Friendships were formed, tears shed, blood spilled, and in one instance, my best friend’s brother hung himself in our playground. So many memories good and bad, always to be with me. I won’t ever forget the years spent playing four-square, tag, swinging, jump rope, hopscotch . . . Good times.
im traveling going up the slide.. I always enjoyed the slide when i was a young lass.. I plan on meeting my friends soon so we can have a picnic. Hopefully then we can have a water balloon fight and play some basketball
We waited in the playground at burger king. I watched his face change from annoyance, to joy, to indifference as time passed. He was tired of waiting, but felt an obligation to.
SO, at BK we sat. Being the awesome teens that we are.
Once when I was a little child, i went to a playground that had a white fence. There was a dog, and he ate my cookie. WHY DID HE EAT MY COOKIE? FUCK. I LOVE COOKIES. Anyways, thats the day i found out i hated dogs.
He watched all the bronzed bodies lying on the beach; this had become the playground for those who wished to show off their honed and toned frames. Mark lit a cigarette, he knew who he was looking for, but would he find her here?
I met my best friend on a playground. We had lived across the street the previous summer but never talked. However, on the first day of school we met and have been best friends ever since.
kids are free….free to play, laugh and unaware of the dangers in the world and the burdens their parents bear. play kids, just play!
i used to love playing on the playground in elementary school. especially the monkey bars. i would always get blisters. i still have a callus from 1st grade playing on the monkey bars. those were the best years of my life. i dont think ill ever be to old to play on a playground.
There was a great playground where we used to go camping. It has this merry-go-round thing. All the kids would load up on it and I, trying to be popular as always, would push it and it would go so, so fast. I was always best at pushing. I used to get epic blisters on my palms from it.
sometimes i think back to my childhood days and think of the swing set in my back yard that my brother and I used to play on. It was a typical play set, but it meant so much to me. the other day, i saw this picture my mom kept of this swing set with me upside down on the monkey bars and I cried. I grew up too fast.
screams of children echo over the blacktop
the sun shines between the swing sets squeaking their way toward the sky
balls bounce with a twang on the hard ground
and swoosh through the net
swinging on swings singing beautiful things eating candy from strangers playing with danger,sliding down the slide running to hide.
I drop everything as I start my dead sprint. My bag hits the ground as my sneakers fight the gravel for grip. I jump onto the rubber, hoping that i won’t fall in the process. It is a race after all. As I look back to see my opponent struggling to get up with scraped knees, I take advantage of my placement. I run, stop, and back up. The throne fits perfectly as I begin to sway my legs in victorious enjoyment. The swing was mine. I had official become the queen of the playground. Silly boy, should have never tried to beat a silly girl. Besides, he should have known that we play dirty.
i was playing on the playground eating candy from strangers sliding down the slide running to hide.
He licked his lips, looking around at all of the little children playing. They swung from swing sets and laughed joyously and they darted across the field to the jungle gym. Curly, blonde hair bouncing in ponytails, brown tresses coming free from curls, all the eyes sparkling in happiness, all inviting him to come play with them.
The playground was his favorite place to go.
Oh, what scars? From this and that. Jumping off the swings only to fall on your face. The toppling over on the slide onto your face. Basically, every afternoon, someone or another ended up landing in some tragic position that will stick with them longer than the bruises.
everyday out on the playground. past the walls of this classroom, past the honeymoon stage of the first few weeks of schools, there lies the reality of the middle grades. where relationships are formed and torn apart, where looks are exchanged and bodies discover what it means to be close and far apart.
Simplicity lies there within memories of the tumultuous laughter and colorful curves of that playground.
i love playing on the ground at the playground. the playground has swings, jungle gyms, and monkey bars. it’s nice to swing and feel the air through my hair and the breeze softly blow across my skin. I like to hear the loud giggles of the children around, waiting patiently for their time to come and grow up, to be aware of the demons that will fight to consume their entire world.
the playground was filled with laughter, pattering feet, wails of scrapped knees. i sat on the merry go round, staring at the sky, wondering, when did it ever get so blue?
kids playing, children laughing, birds singing, sun shining, slippery slides, fun days, ice cream trucks, memories, friends, woodchips, yelling
the swings rocked back and forth in the wind, still dewy from the rain that had just passed. as they rocked, they squeaked.
I dash through the playground, laughing. Tag is such a simple game. I love every minute of it. My heart is pounding. This is normal, but it is rare for me to feel it. My hand makes contact with the back of his shirt.
The swings! I want to go on the swings!
Pumping, pumping, pumping.
Pulling back on the chains, legs out, head thrown back.
Toes to the clouds. Wind in my hair.
The swings are the BEST part of the playground!
school kids fun laughter monkey bars swings kick ball slides happieness sand dirt sunshine friends memories elementary schools merry go round play time recess
takes me back to my glory days. owning the jungle gym. sliding down those slides, going at least 100 mph. getting chased by the boys. bloody knees from the pea gravel.
Children laugh in the playground slipping on slides and swining on swings. They laugh and giggle and play. So happy. They always are so oblivious to the way people see them. They just live. Carpe Diam, live for the moment, This is the magic of childhood. This unique discare for everything.
a place to play fuck have fun and live your childhood life, a place to do stupid stuff, a place to hide a dead body, a kids bed
It was the middle of fall, the leaves were falling and the wind was blowing. I walked towards the playground hoping I would find some escape from my reality. I saw at the vey edge there was an old rusty swing. So I decided to go sit and swing. I went higher and higher and higher, the wind blew my hair behind me. This was the most freedom I’ve felt in such a long time, I felt my problems seeping out of my body into the air. All of the sudden I felt hands on my back pushing me; these hands were familiar though; they were his. At that moment I knew I was in the right place, as long as he was here I would be alright. I stopped the swing and turned around to kiss him; all of the sudden he vanished, just like that. I woke up realizing that it was all just a dream and everything was still stuck in this harsh reality.
i used to play house with my little friends on the playground. we’d go into the brush and small trees after assigning roles and we’d pick the dead branches and use them as brooms to sweep the dirt floors of our houses. then we’d argue about who would change the baby’s diapers and fix dinner.
When I was little, I loved to play on the playground. I would sometimes make up intense stories on the equipment and other times just simply…swing. And think about flying. The playground always made me want to fly. More than that, it made me believe I could.