I lay there straight with no movement as each and every day people with different shapes and sizes flip and jump of me. I hear the wind blowing the trees from side to side and kids yelling at the top of there voices. I can smell nice hot coffees mixed in with the smell of kids damp clothes. It not fair how I get used more than the little diving board. I can feel different peoples bare feet standing on the top of my back. I can see lots of kids enjoying themselves, a bunch of smiles and sad of all dark skies.
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