but a child

parks are safe places. once inside, the mind can retrace.
my tiny hands were full of fear, but grasped the massive jungle gym for sweet life.
that ridiculous spring horse was my best friend. until it hurt me. i never thanked it for the toothless grin i bore. never forgave it either.
a screeching swingset that i sang on. that i learned to fly on. i would watch my feet soaring in front of me, touching the trees and then breezing the sand. over and over.
and the wind. it always carried the scent of bluebirds and icecream.
i remember.
and i am not too old to smile like a child.