Let's face it,
most Christian denominations
are pretty similar
give or take minor disagreements
over diet and damnation.
Petty squabbles over
interpretation have blossomed
into full blown feuds
over the rightness of their path.
When you're a child
you believe as strongly as you
let yourself believe over
things like faith or
Santa Clause. In my early years
there was a Baptist church
I went to. They were very
kind people, or so I remember.
When we had recess
we would go to the playground
while Mrs.Benevidas
would watch over us. Hard black
rubber was fitted beneath
the merry-go-round, jungle gym,
and swings. There was also
a large hollow tube made
of concrete the color or brick.
It could fit two, maybe three
children inside. My parents took
out of the school when I was
accepted into the Catholic school
nearby. We are Catholic.
This morning I drove by the old
Baptist church and it's playground.
Through the chain-fence
all I could see were the black rubber
mats surrounded by encroaching weeds.
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