happy fun broken toys children running around sometimes people have sex in them.
umm i like the one that is behind mountain view. there are several that i like to visit. i will not have sex in one. i love swings but other than that i dont know
A text book definition of fun, it creats slides, battleships, a swing a place to fall asleep when older. Drunkin men have caves there. Its a time to play and a time to ground. As an adult I mostly go for the swings. as a boy it was for the monkey bars.
Balls bouncing. Kids yelling. I’m the one by myself in the sandbox. I envy the children around me, for they are not the “freak” of the class. But I pity them as well, because their imagination cannot take them away from all of the madness, and pain, and sorrow that fills even an 8 year old’s short life.
Life is a playground. It’s purpose is to have fun, fall down and get back up. And one day you grow to old for it and move on. You live, you die. Stop taking things so seriously.
The two children spent hours together on the playground. It’s where they spent their youth together.
Now, almost adults, they came back to reminisce. It reminded them of innocence, of childhood, and most of all of happiness.
It was the one place either of them had ever really been free.
I was walking fast through the grasping mesquite bushes when I stumbled upon an old playground that looked like it hadn’t been used it years. The slide was covered with leaves, and the swings were a tangled mess of rusty chains whispering shrill cries to be mended, and for the children to return to play.
The children laughed gaily as they swung on the swings and spun on the carousel screaming, “faster, faster!” It was quite a sight to see the one fall off and break his bones and hurt his fun. Too bad his day was all done.
To be free careless and enjoy the fun life, nothing in this world is that fun it all goes down hill once you hit your teens believe me.
the purity and the adorable faces change and you become into an angry depressed child, you feel deprived but at the same time you don’t know what to feel.
one day your mind starts to wander into those secreted thoughts and into the crevices of your memories and those blurry images of the playground years flash back like a broken record and you begin to realize that the world is not over and that the worse part hasn’t even begun…..so get over your emotions because your going to have a lot more of those in the years to come….bye bye playground..hello real world.
This place held more memories that I could have imagined. I looked into his eyes and could tell the playground was not just a childhood fantasy. It was a part of him woven so deep it truly was integrated into his very sense of being.
I wish I was a kid agian, because I never realized how easy I had it. The worst thing that can hurt you is a skinned knee, and the worst thing that can be pass around is,”Hey, Sarah LIKE-LIKES Steven.” The worst words are, “I see London, I see France, I can see your underpants!” You stole cookies. You cheated at hide and seek maybe. A boy broke your crayon, and not your heart. I miss being a kid.
I remember it so vividly as a child. The coarse sand below my feet as I ran for the swings. The swings have always been my favorite. Other children had no hesitation to say hello or talk to me. I wonder why that is. I guess it’s because we all had this one thing in common–play. I miss those days.
We stood there in the middle of the night. The stars barely visible from the light pollution but they were still there. I looked into her eyes as she looked into mine. “I love you.”
I went to the playground with my family. I biked but hit a mailbox and fell. I scraped my knee and my dad had to carry me home to wash it off. I still wanted to go to the pkayground but they wouldn’t let me
This playground called life… It’s full of obstacles.
I run around getting blisters from the monkey bars and determination to get to the other side. Sometimes, I just like to sit at the top of the slide. Admire the view from being up there. Sometimes, I accidentally fall down the slide before I am ready. But, it’s okay. I eventually dust myself off and run to the top again. The swing has always been my favorite. Flying. That feeling of flying.
Can’t forget that help from a friend that pushes you higher when you need it.
And when it’s time to go home, into the unknown, you leave all those obstacles behind.
A playground is an interesting place. Don’t you think?
When I was a kid that was the best time of day, playground time. Because when you’re little, it’s like your house. It has your friends. Your memories. its home. You’re who you wanna be there. I miss my playground. I miss being someone I liked. I miss home.
“Hey! come up here, look at this!”
the no longer young boy was standing at the top of the hill, looking down on the playground that lay before him, with a distant grin lighting up his face.
“remember when i fell off the monkey bars, and we had to explain to you what a broken bone was”
Headphones.
I feel like Im in my own world when I wear them. My own world, where I want to be in. My perfect world. Where everything is right for me. But we do not live in a Utopian. And never will. As though we may wish we do, we will never due to our lack of solving problems. They all end and start with wars. One ending of a war, starts a new one.
The playground was empty, save for the little girl in the black dress who sat upon the swing, motionless, her eyes two vacant holes staring at nothing in particular in the distance. A caring person would go up to her… ask her what’s wrong. But there was something about her aspect that made me stay back… where she could not level that baleful gaze on me.
I went to the playground and I saw some people and the people said hi. Then i went back to school but the playground was empty and I felt bad so I went back and I felt happy again but then I had to go school but I couldn’t leave the playground because it was so fun so I stayed at the playground and played with some clay and then I ran around and had a lot of fun and sat on the grass and the bleachers and it was wet and so I went home and changed my clothes.
The children ran onto the playground so fast, you couldn’t even see they had left. Swinging and jumping off the rocks; they were having a blast! I noticed they pushed each other on the swings like good friends should although, not skilled at what was happening, smiles on their faces were overwhelmed with joy.
Apathy.
A lot of people use apathy. They just don’t care. They don’t care about me. How I feel. What I want. Has that ever occured to you? Ever? Because, I care. I care about my opinion, what I want, what I NEED. Why don’t you? Don’t you ever think about how I feel? Even if you don’t show how you feel, why am I becoming uncomfortable around you? What happened? What happened to us? What happened to our friendship? Why is it slowly fading away…
Playground….sounds of little kids playing, running around and laughing as they jump from place to place. Swinging as high as kids little legs can go, and the daredevils that jump off the swing to prove to their friends that they can do it.
I hid quickly behind the tree, finally understanding. This man was sick, sick in the mind. This horrible maze of his, designed to kill me, to torture me, it was nothing more than his playground. I was nothing more than an interesting new toy. I grimaced in disgust.
i was at a playground before with my beloved jess. we fooled around in the jungle gym at night. i miss her. a lot. the mood was really big when we were there. she was beautiful too.
I absolutely love the playgroud. I’m a little older now, and they’ve torn down and replaced the playground I grep up on, and now it’s all plastic junk. I used to love playing on that thing. Luckily they kept the swings, I love the swings.
In the morning there was a chill breeze floating through the park. The children laughed and played, unaware of the fate that was to descend upon them. They had no idea that soon the heavens would open and the creatures would appear; for how could they?
little kids running around yelling carelessly, pushing and laughing and jumping off swings and monkey bars playing in the sand making sand castles with deep thought out designs. mud pies with wet sand and swirly slides.
Sister.
The only one I will ever truly love in my family. She’s the only one I feel like I can call family. But now that she’s gone……I am alone. Loneliness had struck me for a while. True loneliness. But then, I managed and found people. People like Katelyn and Alec. They understood me. Even if they are closer to me than my sister, I love her. I love my sister. The only person I love.
Children having a great time, Sunshine, Laughter and Happiness. Fun, Excitement and loving memories. Broken bones also but mostly just pure fun. Candy, Monkey Bars, Swing sets, slides, tire swings and joy.
When i was younger the most magical place was the playground. It was my safe haven, my kingdom, my childhood. It was where i lost my front tooth and where i fell in love when i was twelve.. BAM
When I was a kid, I absolutely adored the playground.
I’d escape the house, without even a glance back, completely ignoring the warnings of my parents to not go out alone.
But I didn’t care, I had my playground.
The multicolored bars, loopy slides, and the shiny glint of the metal in the sunshine.
I really did love playgrounds.
Children scream as they run playfully, unaware of the problems in the world, they play and laugh. They share, take turns, and apologize as leaders should. Here they are, scattered over a playground.
Children running, screaming, having fun. They don’t know how quickly the time goes and they don’t know how much they are going to wish they could go back. They play on the slide, tag and red rover. They laugh and cry and fall and scrape their knees. Someday, they are going to wish to bring back each moment. However, for now, they just focus on having fun. We should all do that more often.
Playground, where I spent my days. The sand, the sun, the trips to and from in a wagon, holding the bag of sandwiches and sand toys. The games of grounders, the arguments over the see-saws. Where I grew up, under the watch of my grandmother. Where I spent my childhood, where I go now to reminisce. Where I show people all those memories. Where I chased, and was chased, took soccer lessons, and fell asleep. Where I swung.
i thought that i was a kid once when i saw the play ground but i knew not what i say wit wasw a place of wonder and a place of marrige a place of courage and a place of pain you could do everything there you could in life. you could fly you could soar but you could fall and break your knee you can get sand kicked in your face and fall right there on the ground so sad you think you might never get up but then you realize that its all okay and you brush off the sand and walk on away.
happy fun broken toys children running around sometimes people have sex in them.
umm i like the one that is behind mountain view. there are several that i like to visit. i will not have sex in one. i love swings but other than that i dont know
A text book definition of fun, it creats slides, battleships, a swing a place to fall asleep when older. Drunkin men have caves there. Its a time to play and a time to ground. As an adult I mostly go for the swings. as a boy it was for the monkey bars.
Balls bouncing. Kids yelling. I’m the one by myself in the sandbox. I envy the children around me, for they are not the “freak” of the class. But I pity them as well, because their imagination cannot take them away from all of the madness, and pain, and sorrow that fills even an 8 year old’s short life.
Life is a playground. It’s purpose is to have fun, fall down and get back up. And one day you grow to old for it and move on. You live, you die. Stop taking things so seriously.
The two children spent hours together on the playground. It’s where they spent their youth together.
Now, almost adults, they came back to reminisce. It reminded them of innocence, of childhood, and most of all of happiness.
It was the one place either of them had ever really been free.
I was walking fast through the grasping mesquite bushes when I stumbled upon an old playground that looked like it hadn’t been used it years. The slide was covered with leaves, and the swings were a tangled mess of rusty chains whispering shrill cries to be mended, and for the children to return to play.
The children laughed gaily as they swung on the swings and spun on the carousel screaming, “faster, faster!” It was quite a sight to see the one fall off and break his bones and hurt his fun. Too bad his day was all done.
To be free careless and enjoy the fun life, nothing in this world is that fun it all goes down hill once you hit your teens believe me.
the purity and the adorable faces change and you become into an angry depressed child, you feel deprived but at the same time you don’t know what to feel.
one day your mind starts to wander into those secreted thoughts and into the crevices of your memories and those blurry images of the playground years flash back like a broken record and you begin to realize that the world is not over and that the worse part hasn’t even begun…..so get over your emotions because your going to have a lot more of those in the years to come….bye bye playground..hello real world.
This place held more memories that I could have imagined. I looked into his eyes and could tell the playground was not just a childhood fantasy. It was a part of him woven so deep it truly was integrated into his very sense of being.
I wish I was a kid agian, because I never realized how easy I had it. The worst thing that can hurt you is a skinned knee, and the worst thing that can be pass around is,”Hey, Sarah LIKE-LIKES Steven.” The worst words are, “I see London, I see France, I can see your underpants!” You stole cookies. You cheated at hide and seek maybe. A boy broke your crayon, and not your heart. I miss being a kid.
I remember it so vividly as a child. The coarse sand below my feet as I ran for the swings. The swings have always been my favorite. Other children had no hesitation to say hello or talk to me. I wonder why that is. I guess it’s because we all had this one thing in common–play. I miss those days.
We stood there in the middle of the night. The stars barely visible from the light pollution but they were still there. I looked into her eyes as she looked into mine. “I love you.”
I went to the playground with my family. I biked but hit a mailbox and fell. I scraped my knee and my dad had to carry me home to wash it off. I still wanted to go to the pkayground but they wouldn’t let me
This playground called life… It’s full of obstacles.
I run around getting blisters from the monkey bars and determination to get to the other side. Sometimes, I just like to sit at the top of the slide. Admire the view from being up there. Sometimes, I accidentally fall down the slide before I am ready. But, it’s okay. I eventually dust myself off and run to the top again. The swing has always been my favorite. Flying. That feeling of flying.
Can’t forget that help from a friend that pushes you higher when you need it.
And when it’s time to go home, into the unknown, you leave all those obstacles behind.
A playground is an interesting place. Don’t you think?
When I was a kid that was the best time of day, playground time. Because when you’re little, it’s like your house. It has your friends. Your memories. its home. You’re who you wanna be there. I miss my playground. I miss being someone I liked. I miss home.
“Hey! come up here, look at this!”
the no longer young boy was standing at the top of the hill, looking down on the playground that lay before him, with a distant grin lighting up his face.
“remember when i fell off the monkey bars, and we had to explain to you what a broken bone was”
“yeah, life was easier then.”
Headphones.
I feel like Im in my own world when I wear them. My own world, where I want to be in. My perfect world. Where everything is right for me. But we do not live in a Utopian. And never will. As though we may wish we do, we will never due to our lack of solving problems. They all end and start with wars. One ending of a war, starts a new one.
The playground was empty, save for the little girl in the black dress who sat upon the swing, motionless, her eyes two vacant holes staring at nothing in particular in the distance. A caring person would go up to her… ask her what’s wrong. But there was something about her aspect that made me stay back… where she could not level that baleful gaze on me.
Kids. Playing. Swings. Ground to play on. Laughing. Screaming. Crying. Slide. Monkey Bars. Shoes. Sand. Sneakers. Sweat. Sun. Benches. Picnic table. Playing.
I went to the playground and I saw some people and the people said hi. Then i went back to school but the playground was empty and I felt bad so I went back and I felt happy again but then I had to go school but I couldn’t leave the playground because it was so fun so I stayed at the playground and played with some clay and then I ran around and had a lot of fun and sat on the grass and the bleachers and it was wet and so I went home and changed my clothes.
The children ran onto the playground so fast, you couldn’t even see they had left. Swinging and jumping off the rocks; they were having a blast! I noticed they pushed each other on the swings like good friends should although, not skilled at what was happening, smiles on their faces were overwhelmed with joy.
Apathy.
A lot of people use apathy. They just don’t care. They don’t care about me. How I feel. What I want. Has that ever occured to you? Ever? Because, I care. I care about my opinion, what I want, what I NEED. Why don’t you? Don’t you ever think about how I feel? Even if you don’t show how you feel, why am I becoming uncomfortable around you? What happened? What happened to us? What happened to our friendship? Why is it slowly fading away…
Playground….sounds of little kids playing, running around and laughing as they jump from place to place. Swinging as high as kids little legs can go, and the daredevils that jump off the swing to prove to their friends that they can do it.
I hid quickly behind the tree, finally understanding. This man was sick, sick in the mind. This horrible maze of his, designed to kill me, to torture me, it was nothing more than his playground. I was nothing more than an interesting new toy. I grimaced in disgust.
i was at a playground before with my beloved jess. we fooled around in the jungle gym at night. i miss her. a lot. the mood was really big when we were there. she was beautiful too.
I absolutely love the playgroud. I’m a little older now, and they’ve torn down and replaced the playground I grep up on, and now it’s all plastic junk. I used to love playing on that thing. Luckily they kept the swings, I love the swings.
In the morning there was a chill breeze floating through the park. The children laughed and played, unaware of the fate that was to descend upon them. They had no idea that soon the heavens would open and the creatures would appear; for how could they?
little kids running around yelling carelessly, pushing and laughing and jumping off swings and monkey bars playing in the sand making sand castles with deep thought out designs. mud pies with wet sand and swirly slides.
when we were little
we played
and it was this huge deal
but now we have better things to do
except their really not “better”
Sister.
The only one I will ever truly love in my family. She’s the only one I feel like I can call family. But now that she’s gone……I am alone. Loneliness had struck me for a while. True loneliness. But then, I managed and found people. People like Katelyn and Alec. They understood me. Even if they are closer to me than my sister, I love her. I love my sister. The only person I love.
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Children having a great time, Sunshine, Laughter and Happiness. Fun, Excitement and loving memories. Broken bones also but mostly just pure fun. Candy, Monkey Bars, Swing sets, slides, tire swings and joy.
When i was younger the most magical place was the playground. It was my safe haven, my kingdom, my childhood. It was where i lost my front tooth and where i fell in love when i was twelve.. BAM
When I was a kid, I absolutely adored the playground.
I’d escape the house, without even a glance back, completely ignoring the warnings of my parents to not go out alone.
But I didn’t care, I had my playground.
The multicolored bars, loopy slides, and the shiny glint of the metal in the sunshine.
I really did love playgrounds.
The sky and grass and trees and mountains and rivers and beach and sand and sea and birds and sunshine. It’s a playground… OUT THERE.
Children scream as they run playfully, unaware of the problems in the world, they play and laugh. They share, take turns, and apologize as leaders should. Here they are, scattered over a playground.
Children running, screaming, having fun. They don’t know how quickly the time goes and they don’t know how much they are going to wish they could go back. They play on the slide, tag and red rover. They laugh and cry and fall and scrape their knees. Someday, they are going to wish to bring back each moment. However, for now, they just focus on having fun. We should all do that more often.
Playground, where I spent my days. The sand, the sun, the trips to and from in a wagon, holding the bag of sandwiches and sand toys. The games of grounders, the arguments over the see-saws. Where I grew up, under the watch of my grandmother. Where I spent my childhood, where I go now to reminisce. Where I show people all those memories. Where I chased, and was chased, took soccer lessons, and fell asleep. Where I swung.
as a college student the world is my playground
these are my years to enjoy all the fun around
i thought that i was a kid once when i saw the play ground but i knew not what i say wit wasw a place of wonder and a place of marrige a place of courage and a place of pain you could do everything there you could in life. you could fly you could soar but you could fall and break your knee you can get sand kicked in your face and fall right there on the ground so sad you think you might never get up but then you realize that its all okay and you brush off the sand and walk on away.