Monkey Bar Troubles
I was excited
I was at the playground
It had been a long time since I had last been at the playground
I ran to the monkey bars
I reached up
I was surprised
I didn't have to jump to reach them
I could do the monkey bars with my feet on the ground
I was no longer excited
I was sad
I had grown too big for the monkey bars
I realized I was too old for the monkey bars
Good Bye playground :(
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