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December 9th, 2007 · 3 Comments

The sun is down by 6, and we park across the gate.  We have the playground all to ourselves.

It’s been this way for weeks, with occasional exceptions, like when someone had tennis lessons and a sibling was bored.  For a while some sort of playgroup met on Wednesdays, but now they are gone by the time we arrive.

Where do they go and what do they do, the little children that live here? Are they eating a late dinner?  Are they being put to bed, deaf to our laughing and whooping in the semi dark? Are they still at nursery school in the extended care program?

I like having the park to ourselves.  I don’t have to follow C&D too closely.  In the dark and suburban silence, here in the big city, I only hear the crunch of gravel under their feet, their singing or requests for a harder push on the swing.  Matt and I talk, and I rest.

Still, I feel a little strange, playing in the dark, at a park in this other neighborhood.  I wonder if someone will ever come and play.  And then I wonder if the neighborhood police will ask me to leave.  Clearly we don’t belong there.

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3 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Jess // Dec 10, 2007 at 12:15 pm

    Oh we love playing at the park in the dark. Somthing terribly thrilling about it…and we have yet to run into anyone after 2+ years.

  • 2 J. // Dec 10, 2007 at 4:53 pm

    I think for C&D it’s absolutely thrilling. The whole place to themselves! Playing when, since it’s dark, it’s very likely everybody should be sleeping!

    Maybe I feel that thrill just a little bit too much. I’m still secretely waiting for the neighborhood police to write us some kind of ticket, like “Playing after dark in a really nice playground in a neighborhood you aren’t a part of.” The first day I wasn’t too morning sick or dizzy when I was pregnant with C&D, I drove my car through this neighborhood and got pulled over for having an expired registration sticker. Of course I hadn’t noticed it, since I hadn’t really driven the car for weeks and weeks. I had to sit in a tiny courthouse where a police guy yelled at us, and then I had to feel dorky in front of a (very nice) judge. So I guess I’m kind of afraid I’ll be plucked out again, and find myself in some sort of trouble.

    Maybe I need to start living a little more dangerously and get over it.

  • 3 Erica // Dec 17, 2007 at 10:16 am

    Oh we should try that sometime, J. is such a night owl…obviously though not til its warmer. I don’t know if the playgrounds nearby are lit at night?

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