70 - Playground

When we were kids, we didn't live near a playground, so we played in the cemetery that was just a block away. It didn't seem particularly strange to us, but upon reflection I suppose it was. We'd ride our Huffy bikes all throughout the twisting dirt roads. The cemetery is huge and confusing to navigate because the roads constantly fork and run in circles.

One of our favorite pastimes was to try and find "baby hill" which was a quiet, distant part of the cemetery reserved for children who had passed away quite young. We were extremely reverent around this space.