There is something magical about the playground for a child. I vaguely remember it, but I watch Zoey play and I can feel it again.
Last Friday we were at a playground where my parents live and we ended up staying for about 2 hours. Zoey had a blast there. She met not one, but three different sets of friends to play and pretend with. I am so thankful that Zoey has no problems making friends, even for just an afternoon.
We kept meaning to leave, but I was reading a really good book and Zoey was having so much fun so we just sat around for quite a while. I would go help push her in the swing, but other than that she is prefectly happy being independent and making the most of the playground.
I love Zoey's imagination. I hear her with her new friends for the day pretending to be in a cage behind the bars of the platform or crossing a raging river full of alligators going across the bridge. It makes my heart smile.
There is something magical about the playground. I hope Zoey keeps the magic alive as long as she possibly can.
That sounds so fun. My younger kids haven't spent near the time at the park my older ones did. I should probably work on that, eh? :)
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