Today, we spent a wonderful morning at our neighborhood park. The slides, the swings, the play-set. It is all so magical and fun for you. You could spend hours here. I want you to remember this feeling. I want you to remember how much you loved playing at the park. I want you to remember the feeling of joy from simply swinging before your not yet grown body is surging with grown-man hormones. I want you to remember what it felt like to slide as fast as you could, to swing as high as the sky, to dig a hole in the sand all the way to China. I want you to remember.
Because one day you will be a teenager. One day, you will look at a park completely differently. You might see it as a way to express your independence. You might see it as a way to rebel without being caught. You might see it as a place to experiment with cigarettes or alcohol. You may see it as a place to dispose of the evidence. You might see it as a place to spraypaint disgusting artwork and naughty words that your three year old self would disapprove of. Remember. Remember how much you were confused by the dirty pictures. Remember that we had to go home early because mommy didn’t need you to learn about the human body in that manner. Remember how hurt you were when someone destroyed your favorite toy? The alligator that rocked back and forth? Remember? Today was a blessing. Today you were young. Today you enjoyed being outside and playing with your brother. Today was good. But you are not the only three year old who will ever play at this park. There will be more coming every day. Those children deserve a park to play at as well. They deserve to have a day as wonderful as today. They deserve to remain young. To not have to slide down a slide covered in dirty pictures. To play in sand not littered with cigarette butts. To play. To just be little. Remember.
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