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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 Forrester is a twenty-four year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. 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’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.


  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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