The other day I looked at a playground that I had passed many times, but that I’d never really seen.
It is possibly the most beautiful and artistic play area I have ever visited.
It was a happy, shaded place.
In the center there was what appeared to me to be a large smiling child.
Each extension of the large child in the middle – arm, leg, foot – invited the children to try something else – climb, slide, crawl, explore.
And hidden within the big child were little people, maybe tiny pieces of the whole, each with their own personality and their own spirit of adventure.
I am going to bring my girls here to play. And I will play along with them, as though I were a child as well.