On Sunday at the giant playground in our park, the coolest piece of play equipment was not the slides,
or the bridges, not the sliding poles or the monkey bars, not the tunnels or the steering wheels, but a giant maple tree that dropped its leaves down all around it. It was like a sandbox or a throw rug, but made of leaves, and the children gravitated to it making giant piles, throwing the leaves in the air to make it rain confetti colors all around them, carrying giant arm loads over to toss at the bigger kids.
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