The Tyre Swing
We gathered in our summer clothes, sun beating down on our fair skin, innocent & fearless, mini-conquerors of our own worlds. Imaginations running wild, the earth as our playground, screams & laughter filled the air, along with smells of bbq’s, sticky sweets & cola. Birds swooped down to look, dogs chased, trying to get in on the fun. The evening air cooled as the goose bumps arrived, the sun lowered, our tummy’s grew hungry and legs tired from the days activities, the line had been drawn in the sand by our parents and our curfews had to be met.
Our fun lasted what felt like a lifetime, but all of a sudden puberty hit us like a brick wall. We no longer wanted to run around and play. We found new sport in gossip and sleepovers. Arguing over who was better friends with who, trying to find new ways to impress the opposite sex and attract attention. Make-up smeared our faces like a ketchup fight as we tried to figure out who we were and what we wanted to be. School became harder, more like a prison camp of social awareness. Feelings tied up in knots of confusion. This lasted for what felt like an eternity.
Then we all grew old.
I returned years later, no park to be seen, the old tire swing was no more. I felt upset; a surge of tears filled my eyes for the loss of my youth. All I could think of is where will our children play? What will be left for them? How will they create their youthful memories?
The playgrounds are the only ones in our minds; the big grey Un-used office blocks take them over now.
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