Last week I took down my childhood swing set.
As I was taking it down, all the memories of hanging out with my childhood friends on those swings were going through my mind.
The chains were covered in rust.
The frame was rotted and falling apart.
If we had taken proper care of the swing set, I still could have been making memories on it.
I haven’t talked to any of my childhood friends in years.
Our friendships reminded me of the swing set,
Rusted and rotting away.
If we had taken proper care of it, we still could have been making memories together.
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