We lived directly next to a playground until I was 7. Everyday I would play at that park, either with my best friend or alone. Playgrounds at this time were fun, they were deathtraps for kids. There was a large log structure with a tire swing, slide, bridge, multi level platforms and a balance beam. One day while walking along the beam, I saw the biggest fucking ant I have ever seen. At least I think I did. I am very seriously re-evaluating my younger self's ability to tell a dream from reality. Just like the time I was convinced I pooped in the bath tub. Apparently that was a dream too.
15 years ago
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