In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Ode to a Playground.”A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial.
I have fond memories of playing here. My cat would even wander over when she was in heat, before we knew it we’d have another litter of kittens. It wasn’t your standard playground but we made it one. We’d call it The Mushrooms. Odd white shells they were. Big enough to climb on top of or we would dig a hole under them and go inside under the dome.
Now I wouldn’t recognize the area because it’s been bulldozed and rebuilt to house high buildings. I am thankful for the fond memories and if I could go back in time I would put up a plaque with these words
“My Happy Place Under The Dome”