It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Ode to a Playground.

I attended three different elementary schools when I was younger.  They are all closed now, but my favorite was the first I attended.  We lived only a house away and it had a huge playground and a basketball court.

I learned to swing on the swings.

I learned to dribble a basketball on the court.

I learned to ride without training wheels in the parking lot.

I learned to slide down the stair rail all the way to the bottom of the hill!

I never made it to the moon, or all the way around on the swings.

My friend broke her arm after a fall from the monkey bars.

I sprained my wrist while doing flips on that stair rail.

I wrecked my bike more than once.

It was great.

It was bad.

I wish I could do it all over again.