There is probably a psychoanalyst out there that would say it represents my inner child attempting to run away from the responsibilities of adulthood. But I just see a boy excited about all of the imaginative possibilites of the playground.
Remember what it was like? Flying on the swings, games of kickball and dodgeball, hanging out with kids that you were sure would be friends for life.
Our parents always said that this was the best times of our lives. Now we have work, families and responsibilities.
Seeing this photo reminds me of the simpler times of childhood.
Or maybe I just want to run away and play.
