Playground

by Insert Pen Name Here
originally published at 10:38AM on Sunday, September 23, 2007

I walk nervously through the giant playground. It is filled with children, children and their parents, all playing and talking and yelling.

I make a list in my head: Differences: Everyone is speaking German. There are way more kids than in American playgrounds. The eqipment is different, bigger. People are having picnics. There is no fence. Similarities: It is filled with children, children and their parents, all playing and talking and yelling.

I smile, run towards the giant, strange slide, and get in line. I smile at the girl ahead of me. She says something in German. I shake my head and ask, “Sprenkenze English?” She smiles and shakes her head. I am not afraid. I know we can talk anyway.

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Comments

  • from Insert Pen Name Here :

    This is a true story, from when I visited Austria with my family when I was seven. Hope you like it!

  • from Kermitgorf:

    children are the same everywhere, wonderful story, happy memory, you wrote it well, i could picture the scene in my mind as I read it.

  • from Alexa ♥:

    Sweet. That’s one of the things I love about children – they have their own understanding of each other.