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.

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

I think I may be addicted to post-it notes.
I leave them EVERYWHERE.  I have them on my computer, in books, in journals, on the fridge, on cabinets, in my bag…  you could pretty much follow the trail of post-its to find me anywhere.  Continue reading “Note to Self: Stop Writing Notes to Yourself.”

Note to Self: Stop Writing Notes to Yourself.