My favorite Playground was: THE GARBAGE DUMP!!!!
The garbage dump was heaven to me. Big machines, people dumping stuff for me to check out, dodging cars and trucks - what more could a kid ask for. We would go to the dump grab crap and drag it home. The following week, mom would put our great stuff from the dump back in the garbage can and then we would have to go and try to find it again.
We found so many wonderful things: We even found food. Once a grocery store caught fire and the food ended up in the dump. We spent a lot of time grabbing cans, cereals and potato chips and ate like kings. The food did have a smoked taste to it. We also lived by a milk distribution building, so we would go work to earn some real milk and use REAL MILK in the cereal we got from the dump.
To get to the dump, we had to go across an empty field. Cross the highway which went to Seattle, cross the railroad tracks, over a railroad bridge and then over to the dump. (Our dogs kept getting run over on the highway but we never did. I thought we had smart dogs too.)
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