Fresh air and open space have always shown forth endless possibilities. From swings, monkey bars, and slides, to the infamous playground bridge, and the seesaw, the limit to what could happen was non-existent. Even hand games to our favorite nursery rhymes, like "Miss Mary Mack,” "Apple on a Stick,”"Shame Shame Shame,” "Bubble gum Bubble gum in a Dish,”and a host of others, sent our minds on adventure after adventure. Recess was always popping, hip, and happening. We were free to run wild, play with our friends, and literally let our hair down. We had some sore losers in, "No its my turn, no waitit’s my turn again.” We even had some outright dramatics in,"Stooop I’m not your friend anymore.” In fact, for many of us the playground was the very first time that we were introduced to petty conflict and opposition. Phrases like he said, she said, I don't like you, you can't play with us, you're ugly, you're fat, and four eyes four eyes began to occupy our time, and distract us from the original intent of our youthful oasis. Some of the burdens of self image, and self worth that we carry even today, stem from what should have been the most joyful and care free years of our lives. When we fell down and scratched our leg, the teacher was present to place a band-aid on the wound, symbolically initiating the healing process which encouraged the sore to heal. Yet, here we are, years later still dealing with the sores of a scared spirit simply because; words hurt.
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