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The playground has long since been in the company of the wildflowers, the flecks of rainbow gloss mirrored in the petals that come to return the exuberance that belongs here. There are times the rain sounds as laughter and the wind in the trees is the whispering of young friends. It's lovely to see it still so alive in its own way.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), May 2, 2018.
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The playground is the place I go, so long has it been left to the long grasses and the keen wind. I love it. I love the tranquility, the happy echoes of countless times of laughter and warmth. So, though the roundabout stays quite still, it moves me every day. It feels as if the happiness that once lived here remains, seeped into the wood, ready to infuse me with long ago joy.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), May 2, 2018.
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The slow creeks of the swings, rusty and weathered, sent shivers down my spine. All of the memories of my childhood came flooding back; the once yellow tunnel was now a brown-beige and barely visible through the patches of moss and vines. What had been a place of joy, of peace and tranquility, could be the set of some horror movie. I'm not sure what made me turn away, sadness perhaps, another piece of my childhood severed.

By laura_elaine, August 26, 2016.