The Neighborhood Playground

April 20, 2016 at 12:47 pm 37 comments

For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 22 April 2016

Note: I want to extend my deepest appreciation and gratitude to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers for the past four years. Absolutely, she’s been a great mentor and guide.

  Madison Woods
Photo Credit: Madison Woods

Long before our town experienced a boom, it was the neighborhood playground surrounded by trees that provided shade in the summertime.

One morning, a real estate developer came to cut the trees and enclose the property with barbed wires in preparation for building new homes.

As a nine-year-old, I watched the trees put up the good fight. After all, they withstood the strongest storms that had come and gone. But they were no match for the chain saw. One by one, they fell crashing to the ground.

I didn’t know it then, but a part of me died that day.

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  • 1. jellico84  |  April 20, 2016 at 1:00 pm

    Powerful statement… the cost of progress.. or is it progress at all?

    • 2. plaridel  |  April 20, 2016 at 4:46 pm


      any which way, it can be heartbreaking.

      • 3. jellico84  |  April 21, 2016 at 4:48 am


  • 4. Sandra  |  April 21, 2016 at 1:30 am

    The voice was convincing – the sentiments raw.

    • 5. plaridel  |  April 21, 2016 at 3:28 pm


      i thought i couldn’t squeeze it in 100 words. i’m glad you liked it.

  • 6. spicedmullings  |  April 21, 2016 at 2:27 am

    Poignant. So like mine when I saw a stately tree near the beginning of my street fell down to make way for an office complex!

    • 7. plaridel  |  April 21, 2016 at 3:28 pm


      too bad that something had to give in the name of progress.

  • 8. Mike  |  April 21, 2016 at 2:27 am

    A sound story, I feel this way when trees are unnesserily removed.

    • 9. plaridel  |  April 21, 2016 at 3:28 pm


      it’s especially heartbreaking when they have existed for many generations.

  • 10. draliman  |  April 21, 2016 at 2:29 am

    Why is progress so often so destructive? Is it then truly progress? Great piece.

    • 11. plaridel  |  April 21, 2016 at 3:27 pm


      i have those questions in my mind, too.

  • 12. d3athlily  |  April 21, 2016 at 2:52 am

    I loved this nostalgic story! Well done!

    • 13. plaridel  |  April 21, 2016 at 3:27 pm


      thank you. i’m glad you liked it.

  • 14. IfeomaO  |  April 21, 2016 at 2:53 am

    In my society we want progress, but we feel we shouldn’t lose our humanity over it..I say do what needs to be done and pray for the brave trees (ones) who fought the good fight. Interesting take on the prompt.

    • 15. plaridel  |  April 21, 2016 at 3:27 pm


      i think the older the trees, the more they deserve our respect.

  • 16. mickwynn2013  |  April 21, 2016 at 3:52 am

    We had a lovely great oak on our estate when I was young. That was felled for houses. Your piece struck a chord with me. Well done

    • 17. plaridel  |  April 21, 2016 at 3:27 pm


      i guess it’s a story that happens over and over again.

  • 18. gahlearner  |  April 21, 2016 at 6:53 am

    I can relate to that story as, I think, many can. We want things, but we (or the trees) must pay the price. Thought-provoking story, I like it.

    • 19. plaridel  |  April 21, 2016 at 3:26 pm


      i’m glad it struck a chord. thank you.

  • 20. wmqcolby  |  April 21, 2016 at 8:48 am

    Oh yes. That brings back memories for me when my town was small. We still have good vacant lots and some parks with lots of trees (no one got carried away with the urban explosion), but, yeah. It’s hard to lose that childhood memory.

    Super work, Plaridel!

    • 21. plaridel  |  April 21, 2016 at 3:26 pm


      those were the days…

  • 22. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)  |  April 21, 2016 at 11:38 am

    Progress never comes free… and afterwards do you even know if it was progress at all.

    • 23. plaridel  |  April 21, 2016 at 3:25 pm


      i guess we can’t have it all. everything has a price.

  • 24. ansumani  |  April 21, 2016 at 5:10 pm

    A part of me died too when a loved tree was felled down. I can relate 100% to this story. Well done.

    • 25. plaridel  |  April 22, 2016 at 7:13 pm


      i’m glad i’m not alone. thank you.

  • 26.  |  April 21, 2016 at 8:55 pm

    That loss of innocence is so difficult. I remember magical places from my childhood that are now housing subdivisions.
    Good piece.

    • 27. plaridel  |  April 22, 2016 at 7:13 pm


      it happens everywhere. what’s going with the world?

  • 28. rochellewisoff  |  April 22, 2016 at 1:38 pm

    Dear Plaridel,

    This is incredibly wonderful this week. I think a part of my heart went with that nine-year-old child.

    Thank you for the anniversary wishes and kind words. Actually this is the anniversary of my joining in the first place. I took the helm six months later. I never dreamed where it would lead when I asked Madison what I had to do to join. I’m pretty pleased in retrospect.



    • 29. plaridel  |  April 22, 2016 at 7:14 pm


      i think it’s fate. i’m sure everybody appreciates your taking the helm.

  • 30. Amy Reese  |  April 23, 2016 at 2:50 pm

    The trees put up the good fight but they were no match for the chain saw. Awww….so sad. I’m always sad when I see a tree chopped down. Great one, Plaridel.

    • 31. plaridel  |  April 25, 2016 at 6:57 pm


      my sentiments exactly.

  • 32. Dale  |  April 24, 2016 at 7:54 am

    So well done, Plaridel. All in the name of “civilisation” sadly…

    • 33. plaridel  |  April 25, 2016 at 6:59 pm


      i guess change is inevitable. nothing stands still.

  • 34. rgayer55  |  April 25, 2016 at 3:38 am

    Sadly, this has been the reality to many of my childhood haunts. Brings back memories of that song, “Big Yellow Taxi.”

    • 35. plaridel  |  April 25, 2016 at 7:00 pm


      at the end of the day, nothing will be left but our memories.

  • 36. patriciaruthsusan  |  April 26, 2016 at 3:45 am

    Good story, Plaridel. It’s still going on. If real estate developers owned the world there wouldn’t be a tree left standing. The idea is to make more money by building more houses as close as possible, jamming them up side by side. Or they build floors of flats on top of each other higher and higher. It’s no wonder there are so many mud slides, the air is of a poorer quality, and the temperatures are rising. Trees are there for a reason. Well done. — Suzanne

    • 37. plaridel  |  April 26, 2016 at 1:25 pm


      it’s the demand that encourages it. they won’t build unless there are no buyers.


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