i can’t help but wistfully look at the playground as i passed by.
the slide, swing, tunnels, monkey bars are all part of growing up. like a rite of passage, every child goes through a phase where a playground is heaven.
when mama was still working abroad, it was papa, our aunties or our yaya who’d take us out two blocks to the park near the church. there, my sister and i would play til dusk. sometimes at mid-afternoon when the steel was warm, it was literally a pain in the behind to use the slide, but that we endured all for the sake of pure, childish fun. sliding down took just a fraction of the time spent climbing the stairs, not to mention the feeling of your knees shaking while climbing up the stairs. but it was part of the challenge and of the fun.
sitting down a swing is but of sheer pleasure! the feeling of almost flying - suspended in mid-air with the wind blowing against your face. the feeling was a pure delight.
when it’s not the park, it would be a trip to the mall where we’d get to play in the arcade.
i can’t say as a child i have been deprived. my childhood had a fair share of playgrounds - at school, at the mall, at the park, everywhere!
and yet, it still feels like i missed on a whole lot of fun.
i miss being a child.
i wish i should’ve played more, gone out more, sweated more, and maybe, had loads of fun more.
1 comments:
laag na ta! hahahaha!
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