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Most times, there was just the three of us                                                                                                          Most times, we would escape without a fuss

It was a 'Back of the Bus' kind of experience                                                                                                       Actually, it was worse, because there  was 'no Bus'

It's like this: In my neck of the woods, there was a big                                                                                      PLAYGROUND, but one built just for 'Whites Only', and                                                                                                

we were Black. It wasn't that we didn't know, nor that                                                                                           we couldn't read. It's just that we wanted to PLAY, and                                                                                           

did not really care about anything else. We knew that if we                                                                                        were caught, the three of us would have to 'kick up dust',                                                                    

because someone would run us off. That PLAYGROUND was equipped                                                                                    with the strongest swings, merry-go-round, and sliding board.                                                                             

I tell you, kids were born to PLAY, and when that time came,                                                                                  and the coast was clear, fear of racism disappeared. In the minds                                                                       

and hearts of Dennis, Johnnie, and myself, the 'spirit of PLAY' appeared                                                                    and we, like gangbusters, rushed to the great forbidden PLAYGROUND.                                                         

Growing up in The South during the 50's was a bitter-sweet experience;                                                            but today, it's a little sour, but mostly a very sweet memory.

061321PSCtest, Playground, Shreya LN. 1P
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