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Going To The Park
The first time, I went to the park. It was buried in snow.
It had monkey bars and slides and swings, you know.
There were no sidewalks wood chips flower beds or bussidewalks, wood, chips, flower beds or bushes.
Just my little girl who swang with lots of pushes.
We cleared all the snow off all of the slides.
Climbing up and sliding down for many A. Rides.
We made snow angels and snowman despite the weather.
All that mattered was that we were playing together.
When the snow all melted and it became spring,
She begin to want underdogs while on that swing.
The monkeybars called out their challenge 1 day
So she practiced and practiced until she could cross them. Each way.
As spring became summer, the water park turned on
So i carried a towel to the park all summer long.
We go to the park almost every day.
To learn laugh and grow and also to play.
The hardest part of being a father can be watching them grow.
Yet I wouldn’t change it for the world, you know?
Daniel1Phoenix
