The sounds of children’s laughter fill the day. It is their school break, and the little ones can be found in the playground most of the time. It’s heartening in a way to hear their shrills of joy, and to watch them play.
I am reminded of when I was little. I wasn’t very much involved (interested?) in the playground. Being a prissy little girl, I found the playground rough and difficult to navigate. The potential for falling down and getting dirty was very real. I preferred more docile activities like playing 5-stones and exploring the school grounds trying to look for some mystery to solve. Games like zero-point and the monkey bars scared me.
If I had the chance to do it all over again though, I would run with the wind and climb the highest trees. I would take a few more chances and fall down many more times.
Then perhaps, I wouldn’t have failed my physical fitness test all the years I was in school.