Something New
Jul 25, 2019
5 minutes
BY SHAWNELLE ELIASEN LeClaire, Iowa
I WOKE TO POUNDING. BAM, bam, bam. What was that racket? I got up and looked out the window. My husband and the two youngest of my five boys were in the side yard, working under the canopy of our Norway maple. Tools lay scattered on the ground.
They were taking apart the boys’ wooden swing set.
I ran to the porch door. “What are you doing?” I shouted.
My sons stopped working, and my husband, Lonny, walked over. “I guess I should’ve given you a heads-up,” he said. “I’m sorry. The boys haven’t used the play set for a long time.” He tugged at the bill of his baseball cap. “We decided it was time to take it down.”
I’d known this would happen sooner or later.
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