Feeling filled with gentle sunlight, a small playground is like the light of childhood memories. It is a small world in my opinion. Likewise, the heart can not forget this story of it. Pictures in the days begin to flow back into as movie old picture when playing with friends, the Roosters to talk and laugh together slides and swings that as I can. flying car in the children. I stood looking at this playground as a dream that could not be touched again. Every step is a step away. It seems that recently passed away. But now I'm not a kid anymore, and I never thought I would come back here again. Because it is the past that door is closed.
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