
The children were unleashed in the play area. Running and kicking up a sandstorm in the ‘Pit’. Plastic toys, sandwich crusts and hardened dog poop all spiralling skywards.
Onto the ‘Pirate Ship,' frenetically scurrying up the rope ladders and swooshing down the metal slides.
Breakneck spins on the roundabout. Hats and gloves flying off at every angle.
Toddlers sat passively on ‘Spring Frogs,’ others gently ‘See Sawed’ up and down.
But the adults were more furtive, secretly ogling that special prize. The only reason they had ventured out.
Then it began, the jostling for position, the squealing,
“Empty Swing!! Empty Swing!!”
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