The  two-story combined-class schoolhouse

Stood from 1874 to 1969

The halls were boisterous until 1960

Then it was empty until torn down

My sisters attended there

But alas I was too young

I never had the teachers they adored

I only got to know the playground

That survived a few more years

The merry-go-round was twirled

The swings could be pumped high

The teeter-totter squeaked on

The ball diamonds were used

The tennis courts too

The teens gathered

Out of our mothers’ view

Finally, the implements removed

The playground became a field of grass

Where my memories are ghosts

This true story was written in response to Charli Mills March 13, 2023, prompt from Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a place where children once played. It can be a field, a playground, or any place that attracted children to play. But now it is empty. Abandoned. Go where the prompt leads!