Dilapidated and weather-worn, an aged swing-set sat lifelessly in the center of a tattered yard. The passing years left their mark. Faded tans and ground in blacks gave away the age of this old construction as it leaned precariously to one side. Childhood memories danced around the swings that gently swayed in the slight breeze. Next to them prevailed the crux of a thousand make believe adventures; a two-story wooden fortress, seemingly impenetrable from the eyes of a child.
Underneath the fort, an almost emptied sandbox bore the scars of a dog that loved to dig. Extending from the upper level, a slick slide stretched to touch the ground, providing the means of an escape route for the avenging pirates that played there. A faded home-made flag set atop a fireman’s pole marked the limitless territory. Slowly, a thick tire swing turned in circles as its rusted chains creaked from summers of never-ending fun. Where once stood a glorious kingdom for the imagination, only the memories of it remained, like the ruins of an ancient castle; a story existing for every ancient plank.
You did it! Great job girlfriend! I love this post. It pulls on my heart strings because I don't like that you're growing up -- and the fact that the swing set is now a childhood memory to YOU, is truly proof that you are!
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What a wonderful description! You did your job because it brought tears to my eyes! You are an amazing writer!! Keep it up!! Love you!!
ReplyDeleteI read and reread and had to remind myself this was written by a peer of my child. Took me right to the swing set, I could imagine being right there. Great job!!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much!! This one is probably my favorite out of the one's I've written for school.
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