09.24.02
power of the playground
Some people believe in the power of prayer to wase their spirit through moments of questionable faith. I believe in the power of playgrounds.
I was walking through the park thinking so much about the forward motion of other peoples' lives, and the choices that I have made in the past 10 years that I wanted to cry.
But then I came upon an empty swingset.
I sat in that rubber seat that molds to your butt and started swinging.
At first it was a gentle motion just to feel the wind in my hair. But with each swing, my emotional load seemed to lighten.
With each leg pump, I soared higher toward the sky. The sun warming my face. With each punp of my legs I felt the years and the pounds melting away. Soon I was 11 years younger and 20 pound lighter.
At that moment I was 18 again, with the world an open door. I had my innocence. I didn't know heartache. I didn't know loss. I didn't know fear.
4:34 p.m.
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"Notes From A Small Island"
by Bill Bryson
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