painted playground.

This weathered picnic table sits silent and alone as it waits for the giggles of pint-sized painters, sticky watermelon, and the warm days of summer. I remember day camps and playgrounds growing up when we used to make pot holders and keychains while drinking cherry Kool-Aid. 

“It is the child in man that is the source of his uniqueness and creativeness, and the playground is the optimal milieu for the unfolding of his capacities and talents.”
Eric Hoffer



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