Playground Things I Hope I Remember When I’m Old As Dirt
The sound of wood chips crunching under tiny feet.
The colorful glow bouncing off hot plastic onto tiny faces.
How magical the technicolor equipment looks out the window of the car after a good, hard play.
The thumping noise of brave kids trying to climb up the slide.
Water splatting on the concrete in a million fat drops on the splash pad.
The smell of cut grass, chlorine, hot plastic, Water Babies sunscreen, and ice cream mingling.