My World Is A Playground

I remember the golden summer I still spent in the playground. Every day is a new adventure, I always liked life very much. There is no mistake. There is no regret. I am all what I want to play in the playground, nothing can stop me. The playground is a place where I learn freely how to play, dream and live.

As a little boy, I walked around the playground, chased butterflies, tagged. Sometimes, I spent a few hours alone in the sandbox and made the most wonderful castle; I imagined that she was a knight secretly, kept the country, and beat my enemy.

But my biggest happiness is swing. That was there, I met Zach, he was one of my first good friends. When I first saw the swing, I realized that the boy tried swinging as high as I could. Then he slowly closed his eyes. I called him "What are you doing for a moment?"

Sliding into the swing next to him, I urged my feet to lift my body in the air. I closed my eyes when I could not climb. Suddenly, I became a hawk wearing clouds, an airplane flying through the sky. There is no such a refreshing thing. After the swing ceased, I opened my eyes and saw Zach deliberately smiling at me. "How did you learn to fly," he whispered.

As a teenager, I am no longer so simple, I learned that life is not always innocent. Damage is not only to the skin knee, but it does not ride even if it gets taller. I can not become a little boy at the playground anymore. But that does not mean I can not learn from him.

The playground where I grew was very special to me and the time has not changed. I do not forget the playground; I am carrying it. I changed this world into my playground. The little boy who wants to be a knight is not afraid to dream, he lives in freedom. There is no mistake. There is no regret. I will do my best to be like him. I dare explore. I dare to dream. I love my life and I dare to love those people.

Regarding Zach, I have heard his news for several years, so I do not know how he lived his life. But I want to thank him for helping me understand how to live with me. This is true, I really do not fly. However, I will never forget how to spread my wings and rise sharply, leaving pain, regret, failure.

This is different from good memories that I had spent in the McDonald's playground. As an adult only, I noticed that a "playground" includes a goblin with leg blisters, hot metal slides and some "riding" french fries, it is necessary for you to grasp the handle and shake violently. Pushing your happy meal whole body plastic pry yourself. Although I was a little older when I could not see it, I remembered a couple of things about Pinhead and the attic. I will probably copy most of the Hellraiser scene and remember Herbie the Love Bug as a kind of Disney sponsored defense. I can confuse Pinhead and Buddy Hackett forever for ever.

The playground where I grew was very special to me and the time has not changed. I do not forget the playground; I am carrying it. I changed this world into my playground. The little boy who wants to be a knight is not afraid to dream, he lives in freedom. There is no mistake. There is no regret. I will do my best to be like him. I dare explore. I dare to dream. I love my life and I dare to love those people. Regarding Zach, I have heard his news for several years, so I do not know how he lived his life. But I want to thank him for helping me understand how to live with me. This is true, I really do not fly. However, I will never forget how to spread my wings and rise sharply, leaving pain, regret, failure.

I remember the golden summer I still spent in the playground. Every day is a new adventure, I always liked life very much. There is no mistake. There is no regret. I am all what I want to play in the playground, nothing can stop me. The playground is a place where I learn freely how to play, dream and live. Sliding into the swing next to him, I urged my feet to lift my body in the air. I closed my eyes when I could not climb. Suddenly, I became a hawk wearing clouds, an airplane flying through the sky. There is no such a refreshing thing. After the swing ceased, I opened my eyes and saw Zach deliberately smiling at me. "How did you learn to fly," he whispered.