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Memories From The Playground


At primary school I learnt how to skip.

It was one of those games

that didn’t require someone else

to hold the rope,

unless you wanted them to.

It could be singular

or plural

and I could pretend playing by myself

was a choice.


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Carol J Forrester is a writer and a history geek. Her debut collection 'It's All In The Blood' came out November 2019. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon.Her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.


  1. Oh my heart, those last two lines. I wonder how many of us along the way pretended it was a choice. But determination in this – a moving along in spite of…

  2. What a great end! You’ve got us skipping along with you in joyful abandon, and then suddenly the skipping is loneliness.

  3. It makes my heARt
    so happy to see parents
    and children skipping together
    iN Super-Walmart..
    oh to
    is to stick
    in warm
    and fuzzy
    dance shoes of LiFe..:)

  4. Yeah, it wasn’t always easy to be included on the playground was it? This packed a punch, Carol.

    • Thank you. I played around with a few ideas before settling on this one. Skipping used to be something I did loads and I think the fact I was trying and failing to hoola-hoop the other day reminded me of those childhood things that I’ve lost the knack for.

  5. awwwww….this made me smile so sadly. I picture the little girl standing alone on the playground…for some children, school and especially recess is a very difficult place.

  6. Yes, I remember…the skipping was fun but being skipped was not. You captured the emotion!

  7. Oh Carol! This is just so familiar and the final lines caught in my heart. I thought it was normal to be in the corner on my own and a privilege if someone invited me to join in. School was often very cruel unless it involved reading and writing!

  8. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says

    Ah yes, I remember exactly what you say! (I never got very good at it, but good enough to look as if I was practising intently.)

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