I've been doing some more writing as of late. I enjoy it and sometimes the ideas that flow on to the page easily are the ones that you really should hold on to. This story came from a dark place inside of me and you could almost sense the loss of innocence and childhood. It wasn't until the story was written and I was clicking the "Save" option that I realised the place I was thinking of and how integral to my childhood that place was. It was in that playground that I had my first ever kiss with a boy, where my brother and I played before we hated each other and where I had an accident in which my mind changed.
I was only 10 at the time so it would have been the summer of 1998. I remember it being a Thursday and I remember my parents had gone out for the night leaving me and my brother with my paternal nan. My nan and I often used to just sit and talk and in some ways, I am quite like her. My brother and I went to St Leonards playground, like we often did that summer, and I was playing with some of my brother's friends who were a lot older (and bigger) than I was. I used to like going on the see-saw and getting "the bumps" and sometimes it was common for me to allow 2 people to get on the other side. This time, we pushed it, we had 4 people and another girl pushed down at the critical moment, normally I would have gone up and down again. This time I remember a loud crash as my head collided with the metal bar. I wrapped my arm around, swung down to the soft rubbery floor. I then apparently picked myself up, walked over to a swing, swung a few times and collapsed. I don't remember much more of what happened.
I think that was when my personality started to change.