it was my first time back home since college and everything seemed a little different, older. on a wistful, solitary walk through my neighborhood, i wandered absentmindedly into my local park, hardly recognizing the playground where i used to spend my elementary school afternoons. i was expecting the colorful plastic jungle that occupied my memories but instead, i found this almost foreign place- covered in graffiti, broken down, sitting helplessly under the watchful eye of looming power-lines. had it changed so much in only a few years or had i been the one who had been changed? or maybe all our memories hold a bit of fantasy.
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