Memories; the playground
This is already my last contribution to the writing challenge by Hans van Gemert this month. We look back on, a few memories of, the playground.
Was the playground fun?
Thinking back to my experiences with the playground in my childhood, this is a serious question. Was the playground fun? Did I enjoy the playground? And all I can say is that it was at least a mixed feeling.
Reminders, pleadings , tend to induce a bit of melancholy anyway. And that's where it all sometimes stays a bit vague, blurry. But I do know that my physical movements weren't always smooth. And that I often felt alone in life.
But the wonderful moments with my brother, parents and grandparents were certainly also there. And they are there to cherish. Then there was the freedom to play happily, on the swing and the slide, for example. The climbing frames were clearly not my thing.
Alone in the playground
The most obvious thing in my memory is a playground in the Arnhem region. A school trip, where I was alone. At least that's what it felt like that day.
