fearless days
when I was three, before I spoke, I left the playground where my mother and grandmother were talking and walked north to 101st street. I stopped at the light, waiting to cross the roadway. I had never crossed this street by myself nor had I left my mother and Oma and gone off on my own; an adventure. People wondered. Consternation, and then my family appeared? Why? I could not explain or I could not explain easily. Perhaps I just wanted to go home.
The park still exists but the see-saws and the jungle-jims and the slides were removed long ago. too dangerous they were decreed, but what fun they were to play on.
when I was three, before I spoke, I left the playground where my mother and grandmother were talking and walked north to 101st street. I stopped at the light, waiting to cross the roadway. I had never crossed this street by myself nor had I left my mother and Oma and gone off on my own; an adventure. People wondered. Consternation, and then my family appeared? Why? I could not explain or I could not explain easily. Perhaps I just wanted to go home.
The park still exists but the see-saws and the jungle-jims and the slides were removed long ago. too dangerous they were decreed, but what fun they were to play on.
