Have you ever walked the grounds of the playscape you grew up playing on in your youngest days? The place where some of your earliest memories occurred - your first friends, your first enemies, your first teammates, your first brawls, your first heartbreaks or, perhaps, your first injuries. My sister snapped her arm in 2 on the playground when she had someone give her a piggyback ride and they fell…but she was in high school. I still don’t understand that one. What high schools have playgrounds?

Anyway, clearly the early experiences shared with other like-minded and rambunctious little boys and girls were defining, intriguing and, more accurately, forgettable. I don’t know anybody who sits around and reminisces about their elementary days, recess or not. But, I think if we all...

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