Playground

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The land where kids scream and dream as they fly away on swings. The slippery slides that they try to climb and the metal poles that reflects the sunlight. As they play pirates on a ship or princesses in distress, their imagination never ends.

This place was my home. Not only to me but too much more. It was my haven; it was my safe zone. From the tube slides to the seesaws, I can never forget the place where my memories form.

However, I grew distant from what was once my home. Growing up, I knew I was getting old. Watching only half my height run by, I knew I will look weird, it wasn't right. So turning back once more, I left my haven; the playground where my memories form. But even though I turned my back, I knew I will be there once again. For this playground represents who I am.


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