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Where Did The Playground Go?

Discussion in 'Snippets of Life (Non-Fiction)' started by nandinimithun, Feb 10, 2026.

  1. nandinimithun

    nandinimithun IL Hall of Fame

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    When asked why I like my friend’s
    Kids don’t pause,
    They simply say,
    I like to play with them.
    They help me,
    and when I cry, they whisper,
    Don’t cry,
    and wrap me in small, honest hugs
    that fix more than they know.

    Their hearts carry no armor,
    their kindness has no conditions,
    their comfort asks for nothing back.
    They give,
    just because they can.

    But somewhere along growing up,
    we trade this tenderness for pride,
    these hugs for distance,
    these simple truths for complicated silences.

    We start saying,
    I don’t need friends,
    as if independence means
    learning to stand alone in storms.
    Yet, as adults,
    we need friends even more
    ones who say,
    Don’t cry, I am here,
    and mean it without hesitation.

    Friends who take our hands and say,
    Come, let’s go out and play,
    reminding us that joy
    was never meant to be outgrown.
    Maybe growing up
    is not about losing the playground,
    but finding people
    who help us build it again.

    Nandini
     
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  2. Thyagarajan

    Thyagarajan IL Hall of Fame

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    :hello:Your yearning for association with kids is vividly brought out in prostatic-poem . It is true that a friendship that begins with toddlers last for years. The reverse too could be true. Separation from his mother’s sister kept a boy in bouts of fever for many days. They value friendship more than the adult in reverse gear.
     

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