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#disabilityaware Standing alone on the playground No one wants to play with Daniel on the merry go round They poke fun at the way he speaks Not thinking before they open their beaks I cannot...
Oh I have had such a lovely Saturday With my gorgeous little family I did some underwater photography Of my two little fishes without choreography The pool was so lovely and warm Now the images I...
#disabilityaware The little blonde haired boy sat on the bench His scuffed legs swinging beneath him Playing with his fingers He was only six and his name was Jim The park was full of other...
Nick and I raced to the swings. "I'm going to win!" I yelled. "No you're not!" Nick yelled back as he picked up his pace by a lot. "Crap." I muttered. He was totally going to win.
Sounds of laughter, squeals of joy. Squeak of a swing, girls chase boys. Families at fun, picnics on the ground. The sound of happiness all around. Bumps and scrapes, trips and falls.
I'm at the park. The slide and swing. Listening to birds. As they chirp and they sing. The seesaw is fun. The roundabout too. It makes you feel dizzy. And a little sick too. But we all go there.
Me and the girls were swinging when Paul got up and laid on the grass. "Hey!" I called out. "What are you doing?" "Relaxing," he called back, closing his eyes.
Treasured Memory "I had to sneak out of the house to meet you," a familiar voice complained. I stopped rocking on the swing and smiled at my childhood friend. "Was it worth it?" I asked.