The Playground Inside the Park

The playground near the park was always swarmed with kids and moms after three o' clock... there I took Crystal and Chris. Each Monday and Tuesday afternoon we went to Forest Park, and regardless of nippy weather, nothing kept us away... I was thirty and it felt I was only thirteen. Somehow the hours passed, but not as quickly; sunset and dusk came and we played 'till nine. Sitting on the bench, I closely watched them there were no children happier than them; crickets sounded awkward, fireflies were nice... glad it was Spring, no bugs threatened to bite. In late Fall, I went back to the playground... it was empty and solitary; the breeze chilled my bones, the kids' image flashed and went. Intense nostalgia made me remember them; I must confess I started to cry: the strongest emotion overcame me...I surely missed them.