A cool breeze broke the silence of this abandoned place, blowing gently over the plain. The swings moved slightly when the breeze blew past them, creaking from all those years in harsh weather. The bench was falling apart under the old oak tree, and the slide was too rusty to slide down on. But amidst all this was a ghost, a spirit, standing alone, remembering all the good memories of his playground. He remembered all the happy kids running around, having fun, playing together. He remembered the parents sitting on the bench and bringing extra chairs and a table when there wasn't enough space. He remembered all the talking and all the lau