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I’d imagine seeing our old swing set of white with colorful stripes all rusted and broken. It was a place where I invited the neighborhood kids from the Naval apartments. For whatever reason, I refused to let Howie, the little black boy play. “Mrs. B she won’t let me play.”
It was also a place where showed off to guests at the party. I recall running/climbing up to the highest bars near the two swings, barely able to hang, let alone swing and then I fell to the ground and cried. Two older women were sitting near the backdoor saw what had happened and I ran inside embarassed, looking for Maw’s comfort.
It was also a place where my brother and I played on the swings but for whatever reason, I really didn’t want a little shadow folloiwing me around. So one day I ran away fast and slammed the backdoor closed really hard, so hard that his little finger got caught in the screen door. He screamed/cried and I didn’t care. I was pissed. His nail fell off.
So even if that place was destroyed I really didn’t care if it ever existed. Kids can get hurt from that damn contraption.
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