Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130578-20150614070917/@comment-26130578-20150701212742

"Pwaygwound! Pwayground!" the girl cried as she hopped down the front steps. A few blocks from their house was a modest yet unfortunately vandalized playground established in a vacant plot of land. Some years ago, a forgotten elderly resident bought the property and build it. Though it only consisted of a slide, a jungle gym, and a couple benches--all metal--the neighborhood children loved it.

Angela held Chester's hand as she happily skipped alongside him down the sidewalk, poorly resisting the urge to splash in the puddles.