Lately I’ve been working at a childcare facility. My assignment worked here with me and passed away last night. I stayed behind to help counsel the kids over the loss. I decided it would be a nice break for them to go for a walk. So we all went to the local park.
It was not one of my better ideas. When we got there I realized that over the night someone or some people had “tagged” a lot of the equipment. So then I got to explain what “Poke Smot!” meant to little kids. And that was the most benign message.
It just made me sad. At what point does a playground stop being a place to have fun and start being a target for defacement? I felt bad for the kids in my care but also the people who did that and were once children. What happened to those children?
Well, my break is nearly over. I need to get back to the kids. I get to read “Stellaluna.” 🙂
One last thing, thanks for the edits LJA. I like this much better now.