Yesterday mom wanted me to take Nate to the library. I did, and then afterwards we went to the park and swang or swung, uh, well we went swinging. It was fun.
That simple joy made my day. After that I drove up an old dirt road that took me to the forest up above where I used to live. Those woods were my playground in my youth. There were two deep gullies that Danny, Peter, Kevin, and myself used to play in. There were also these enormous rocks we would climb.
It has been six years since I played there.
Yesterday, as I stood on those large rocks, I spoke to my old playground. I know it sounds crazy, but this is what I said: “Thank you for letting me and my friends play here. But the priorities of my life have changed now. I have to move on to live a life of work and love.”
That’s what I said, isn’t that strange. I’m weird.
But I still know those woods like the back of my hand. I easily found my playground after six years. It was still there and is waiting for another little group of friends to come and enjoy the deep gullies and large rocks.
I’m sure I’ll return again one day and stand on that rock and once again say, “Thank you.”