It's been mentioned for a couple of years. Then our days and lives kept moving forward and it stayed. It held memories for all of us. It held a space in our yard. It might have kept our hearts young but the reality was it sat vacant. We had taken down a portion a little while back because it wasn't safe.
Yesterday I sat outside under some shade in some sweltering summer heat and read. My husband decided today was the day the playground was coming down. I watched him work on it for a bit of time. Unscrewing bolts, pulling boards off, and sorting them into piles. Then I watched our youngest, a sophomore in high school come out to help. She turned around frequently with a pouty lip and big understanding eyes. As I listened in, every screw removed from this point on was followed with a comment, "look - this screw is half the length it should be, they are rotting and it's unsafe."
My heart started to feel sad. I didn't think it would. I started to remember packing trays with our lunches and crawling up there in the summer with two girls then three. I remembered buying the plastic steering wheel for the oldest and she had it turned into a pirate ship, much like Captain Hooks. Then I began to hear, "look - this screw is half the length it should be, they are rotting and it's unsafe."
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