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Anymore
The closest park is
Almost a mile away
And so Dad built
A little playhouse
With a swing set
And a slide
In the backyard.
I watched him
Create it.
He let me hammer
Some parts
Under his
Careful supervision.
Dad was so happy
To build it...
And I was
Happy To
Help.
Even though,
I was mostly
Just passing tools
To him.
Dad doesn’t
Build me things
Anymore.
But how I loved that swing set,
Because when I was home from
School me and my brother
Would play
Fantastical games.
We would transform into
Superheroes,
Cavemen,
Time travelers,
And so much more.
Our favourite game
Combined all three,
And had imaginary
Dinosaurs,
Villains,
And spiders 10 feet tall.
Of course
We defeated
Them all
Together.
My brother doesn’t
Play those games
Anymore.
Mom used to join us,
Pushing us on
The swing set,
And letting us
Fly away,
And then catching
Us when we
Fell back to earth.
She would sneak
Tidbits of
Education into
The game.
Doing
Things like
Teaching us history
To meddle with
As time travelers,
She had us
Count out
The number of
Years we went
Back in time.
Mom doesn’t
Really teach us
Anymore.
And when I made
A friend
She came over
Almost everyday.
She was my best friend.
One time,
She brought another friend,
And our group of two
Became 3.
Our adventurous spirits
Lead us into trouble -
Like the time we
Found a missing dog
And hid it under
The wooden deck,
We fed it beef jerky.
When our parents
Found the poor dog,
We were in
A ton of trouble,
But we endured it
Together.
They don’t
Come over
Anymore.
A few years ago,
The swingset
Was taken down…
I wish it
Could’ve lasted
Longer,
Because I wanted
To play on it
One more time…
I wanted to
Swing into the sky,
To slide down in
Awkward positions,
To go get into
Troublesome
Adventures
With my friends,
To Count the years
So I could
Go back to
A different time,
And be chased
By imaginary
Beasts and villains…
To pass my
Dad tools
As he fixed
And built
Something
Special with a
Joyful grin.
But the swing
Had become
Dangerous,
A monkey bar
Had snapped
In half,
The wooden
Ladder was
Decaying,
The slide
And tarp had
Fallen off…
And I don’t
Play those
Games
Anymore.
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