One of my favorite things about spring is those early signs of children at play. I remember when I was in elementary school, I couldn't get enough of playing outside. I graduated from hop-scotch fairly early. I had callouses on my hands from racing on the monkey bars. I was pretty fierce at jump rope, playing 'down in the valley' and peppers. I never mastered double-dutch, though. And when I got home, I would ride my bike for hours until it was dark. Even then, sometimes, we would play a neighborhood hide-n-seek. (Note: in the dark, skunks look a lot like cats.) I haven't been to a playground with children in it for years. Do they still race on the monkey bars and jump rope?
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