deserted swings nowonce laughter swung back and forthchildhood left behind
Thinking on it, what could be more emblemmatic of leaving childhood than an empty swing; an empty slide; an empty jungle gym? Even now, as a more than grown child, I might find myself going back to the playground just to pretend for a moment that life is simple again.
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