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The Play Ground

Photo copyright: R B
Photo copyright: Roger Bultot.

In and out of the weeping willow trees he went, wandering like a lost spirit. It was as if he was a puppy, just tasting the air. You know checking out those interesting spots. It was as if he was wrapped in the fine tendrils of kelp, drifting in the ocean. But the bad lands awaited him. For he left his paradise and headed out over swathes of grass, past signs which said Keep Off. All the colours of the rainbow lay before him, as the parks gardener shouted can’t you read lad. But he could neither read or hear.

Happy new year readers, todays story is from my memoirs, I was about five years of age, and rather deaf.

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        1. To many places need a caring hand these days. My dog often picks up empty cans and bottles. He then drops them at my feet for me to put in a refuse bin. If I only had a penny for each item.

  1. I really liked this one. I didn’t picture a child, but a full grown person so lost in the moment that nothing else in the world mattered…. Thank you for that moment of peace. It was much needed and a pleasure to enjoy! Happy New Year, Michael.

  2. Liked you stpry, the picture you’ve drawn. I think you’ve used a lot of extra words though, with those, “it was as if he was starters. How about “he was like” or “he seemed like”?

  3. Wonderful little memoir. It seems as though the hearing loss actually allowed a fuller enjoyment of the colorful imagery around you. What a vivid memory.

  4. Such ethereality in his wandering – lovely. Although I wonder what happens next and am glad it’s only a gardener and not a gamekeeper shouting at him.

  5. You sound happy in spite of the disability. But I have heard that the absence of one sense intensifies the others. Maybe that is why you are such a fine writer.

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