|Grab on. Don't let go.|
Thematic. Threesies. Here.
Soon enough winter will be over (come on, Groundhog Day groundhogs, please cut us some slack) and this now-cold, quiet place will once again fill with the seemingly endless soundscape of screaming kids.
I admit I miss being here. Our kids still come here occasionally when they're looking for something different to do. They know they're a bit too old for it, but I think they miss the innocence of the place just as much as I do. When you could swing for hours without a care in the world. Or grab onto the monkey bars and pretend you were launching yourself to the sky, to a place where you were taller than your mom, where the horizon seemed to stretch forever.
Your turn: Now that you're an adult, where do you play?