You don’t see chalk on the pavement much anymore.
My daughters used to do it outside our house and up the street with the neighbours’ children.
I was walking to school the other day to pick my daughters up when I saw some lovely pastel chalk drawings on the pavement and it took me back to when I was a kid.
So I wrote a haiku about it.
As you do.
Hopscotch in the rain.
Chalk on the pavement;
Hopscotch memories fade, in
Fine summer drizzle.
I grew up in an area without sidewalks and as a child I wished so much for them for roller skating and hopscotch, two things I read about in books but we weren’t able to play.
Ah, this brings me back, Dave. Happy times!
Such a beautiful image.
Where did you get it Dave?
Cheers,
Paudge
Thanks Paudge. I got it on Pinterest.