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	<title>Comments on: The Playground</title>
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		<title>By: Nina D</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nina D</dc:creator>
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		<description>I know exactly how you felt. Today was an interesting day. Took my 3 yr. old granddaughter (yes,I am a grandmother)to play at McDonald&#039;s today. It was empty when we 1st arrived and I felt terrible for her because I knew she wanted to play with other kids. Did I fail to mention she&#039;s an only child. Well, back to the story, she played by herself for a few minutes and kept coming back to the table where I was sitting. Finally, the door opens and several kids rush in &amp; her eyes light up. &quot;Do you think they&#039;ll play with me, grandma?&quot; she asks me. &quot;I don&#039;t know, you&#039;ll have to ask &amp; see.&quot; She jumps down fearless, approaches the group, asks if they would play with her and guess what? They do. She has the best time playing with strangers. What courage my granddaughter has. In a lot of ways you remind me of her.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know exactly how you felt. Today was an interesting day. Took my 3 yr. old granddaughter (yes,I am a grandmother)to play at McDonald&#8217;s today. It was empty when we 1st arrived and I felt terrible for her because I knew she wanted to play with other kids. Did I fail to mention she&#8217;s an only child. Well, back to the story, she played by herself for a few minutes and kept coming back to the table where I was sitting. Finally, the door opens and several kids rush in &amp; her eyes light up. &#8220;Do you think they&#8217;ll play with me, grandma?&#8221; she asks me. &#8220;I don&#8217;t know, you&#8217;ll have to ask &amp; see.&#8221; She jumps down fearless, approaches the group, asks if they would play with her and guess what? They do. She has the best time playing with strangers. What courage my granddaughter has. In a lot of ways you remind me of her.</p>
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