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You’re right, playgrounds are not forgotten. Across from my elementary school, two blocks from my childhood home, there was a park named Overlook Park. Nestled behind the homes that lined the street across from the school and backed on the other side by a cul-de-sac, not a lot of adults knew about it, but us neighborhood kids did.
Swings, slides, a merry go round, and a beautiful grassy field, all sheltered from the houses and street by huge maple and oak trees. It’s where we went to play away from prying adult eyes, and as we grew older, where we went to smoke that first cigarette and make out in the wooden shelter kids before us had made in one of the more heavily treed areas with a fire pit and rock and wood benches inside.
^Forgive ^me ^for ^the ^stroll ^down ^memory ^lane.