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So Anna and I were walking back from our Saturday Chilk-fil-a drunk food (even though I was sober...) when our inner child burst out and we decided we wanted to go swinging! Now, Drexel Park is a permanent landmark on campus, right next to the UC, but until this day, I had never used it for more than a reference point when speaking of the row of frat houses across from it. (Ironic isn't it, that this children's play area is right across from the 3 worst places for drinking, sex and drugs...and I used to wonder about the Valdosta locals I have met in college...it explains so much.) Anyway, we make a beeline for the swings, scaring mothers and ending toddler's playtime all around us because we both look so rough from a late night before, and start to go higher and higher. It had been years since I had been on a swing, and the inner 6 year old took over, so when I was about 10 feet in the air, I decided to do the classic elementary school dismount, I jumped! Imagine a giant pink and white flying squirrel...that crash landed on the pinestraw. I'm just glad that my body decided 6 broken bones is my limit, because I really shouldn't have come out of that one uninjured. Anyway, giving up on the swings (Anna couldn't go very high anyway, she was in a skirt), we decide to head back to campus, but there's a jungle gym in the way...what kind of children would we be if we walked around it? I hurry across the different levels and the swinging bridge and slide down the twirling slide, but where was Anna? Stuck inside the enclosed tube slide! She forgot it was built for someone a few feet shorter than her, and hit her head on the top of it while trying to get out. I think from now on we will limit our childish outbursts to freeze tag on main lawn...there are too many opportunities for injuries at Drexel Park...plus, it's more fun just to visit the frat houses behind it! |
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