I had a request to pick the grandchildren up from school as my daughter was held up at another appointment.
I was quite pleased for hadn’t done that little chore since I had children of my own.
However I hadn’t anticipated how difficult it was to find a parking space by the school at that hour and had to park so way away; so not only was it a long walk to the school gates there were two different entrances depending on the classes the kids were in.
So by the time I had pushed passed the boys, girls, satchels, mums, strollers, toddlers and the rest all trying to get out of school I found myself inside the grounds looking for the grand-kids.
There they were, the grandson tearing around the playground pretending he was an aircraft and the other skipping over the hopscotch layout with some friends also waiting for their parents.
While they finished their games and said their goodbyes, I shed a tear of sadness of my own long lost childhood of so many years ago.
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