Daily Prompt: Ode to a Playground

A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial.

My elementary school was only four blocks from my home. Back then, most all of the students rode their bikes to school. There was a large playground behind the school that extended into a large grassy area that held several trees. Directly to the left of the school was a supermarket and in front of the supermarket parking area, up near the main drive, was a little hamburger joint.
You could get nearly anything you liked from this hamburger joint; Hamburgers, French Fries, Hot Dogs, Root Beer Floats, and the list goes on and on. My favorite was the Root Beer Floats. I ate many meals and snacks from this Burger Joint. For me, it coexisted with the school playground.
Two of my male friends lived in the blocks between the elementary school and my home. During the summers, and many Saturday’s during school, we would ride our bikes to the playground. There were always several kids hanging out at the playground. We played on the swings, slides, monkey bars, and merry-go-rounds. We played chase, Mother-May-I, and Simon Says. We ran, cartwheeled, and tumbled on the grass. We climbed the trees.
We knew just where to go if we got thirsty or hungry. Life was so much fun back then; not a care in the world. Our only restrictions were: “Don’t go near the main drive.” and “Be home before dark.”
The playground served us during school and after, during weekends, and during long summer days. The playground was always there for us.
My family moved away and I had to leave the playground long before it was torn down and rebuilt, along with a new elementary school. My memories went with me and I will not forget.

7 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Ode to a Playground

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  1. I sure wish they had built schools for safety and possible future upgrades back in the day. The old schools and playgrounds were so much better than what they built now.


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