So it was like idk the afternoon, I was in like 3rd grade? My brother was doing Tiquando class and I got bored so I asked my dad if I could go to the school's playgroound because it's wasn't even a block away from the dojo place.
He said sure and my friend who's brother ALSO did Tiquando came along. His name is Clay.
Clay and I got to the playground with my dad and we could choose to stay on our usual playground OR run up a super ass steap hill to get to the "big kid playground." Obviously we chose the BK playground and ran up the hill.
I sat on one of those mushroom swing step bridge things and looked down at my small town.
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closest thing to what I was on. ^
Like, dude, it felt magical. It felt like I'd never grow up and i'd stay and play there forever. Then suddenly BITCH CLAYTON WANTS TO PLAY TAG and we all know I'm faster than him so I won. After probably 10 minutes my dad called for us as we swung and said we got to go. I felt so sad leaving that place.
something about being at a playground when the sun is setting just hits hard.
