Friday, March 2, 2012

Playground

Playground

I miss the metal
of the playground slides and swings
Crunchy gravel pops

Do you know how much I miss this stuff? I miss it like crazy. I miss swinging so high that my stomach flutters, I miss having a crush on a boy and my head swimming when I see him, I miss hearing the gravel crunch and pop beneath my blue Nikes with the white Swoosh that I had my mother buy me two years in a row because they were so awesome. When you grow up you have to do things like spend $242 on the cat at the vet's because he has urinary tract problems and needs an x-ray and a urinalysis and now he has to eat special food that costs an arm and a leg. Stupid cat.

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