see adults do not and oftentimes they are disinterested and annoyed by children at play their joyous cries and screams and laughter that fill the air around the playground are just annoyances the real games of pretend they play are lost to adult onlookers but maybe as we age we can no longer see the dragon guarding the princess's tower or the jungle that is the monkey bars now all we see is a landing at the top of the ladder leading to the slides and metal monkey bars with chipping paint the secret language they communicate with was once something we could comprehend but now it is just incoherent babbling
play is something we would do with reckless abandon spending hours outside with friends, siblings, cousins, or solo creating these fantasy worlds in every corner of the schoolyard using sidewalk chalk to draw neighborhoods for ants crawling across the blacktop
sometimes we just need to let go and try to salvage any pieces of our imagination in order to escape from the stress of the office or the bills that are more than expected sometimes we have to escape back into that child-like mindset in which the world is your playground a mindset in which the world is what you make it not what it makes you
so next time you pass a playground or schoolyard roll down your windows and listen to the language of play take a minute to remember that you were once one of those children
next time a child asks you if you want to play play with them rediscover the world with the sense of wonder you once had