The large mall that we usually go to for our shopping days has
a little kiddie play pen inside. To play, you must be under yay high (that’s
pretty short), and take off your shoes. I could pretty much get in until I was
about 8 or 9.
When you were 6 or 7, this place was AMAZING.
In the middle, it has this amazing, foam tree. You can climb
inside of the tree and get onto a top area. From there, the tree had a
sliiiide, And it even had a TELESCOPE…
Which if I remember correctly, it did the opposite as what it was supposed to.
It zoomed OUT instead of IN. So, it was always a mystery.
So, you went down the slide, then
you where on the ground. The rubber coated ground. All on the ground where massive foam lady
bugs, little hollow foam tree logs that you could crawl through, aaand.. Yeah,
it was pretty awesome.
I remember running around like a
maniac in there, bragging to the other kids about this and that. MY MOM WAS ON
TV. (Which was true.) They never believed me.
One time, I was running full
speed and tripped, smashing my face against a rock. Luckily, it was made of
foam , so I came out without any injury.
It was the worst when it was time
to leave. Its like, just running around in the circular play pen was filling
you with joy, and charging your happy levels. Even if you where just sitting
there, joy was just pouring in. When the parents said, “OK, Time to go!” You
instinctively went and hid. At that point, staying in there for as long as
humanly possible was your number one objective.
Unfortunately, they would
eventually come and get you and you had no option, but to submit. You would get
your shoes back on, get some hand sanitizer, and walked out.
