Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us PLAY.
I drew and painted these memories of play when I was young…
Dad put up a swing between two “twin” trees…
that grew close together…
I would swing as high as I could…
trying to touch the limbs with my toes…
When I grew too big to swing between the trees…
and my playing days changed…
my Mom placed this wagon wheel between them…
and the trees grew around them…
I felt the trees embraced me as I played for many years … and then embraced the wagon wheel… when I left…
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Nice memory. Clever idea your mother had, placing the wheel between the trees.
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what an awesome piece of your life!
as you can telll…”one” of my favorite memories!
yes, I can see this
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Neat drawings. I wish I could draw.