Updated: Aug 19
An elderly man built a see-saw for his young grandkids, under the shade of an old gnarled fruit tree that grew by the river.
The kids played there summer after summer until they grew beyond childish things. The see-saw then didn’t get much attention as it weathered with age. It wished that it could be used again, going up and down, up and down with the sun dappling the kids who laughed and played on it. But it remained, weathered and worn, with one end flat on the earth and the other pointing upwards to something better.
Fruit from the nearby tree fell on the old see-saw, soaking it with brown-orange stains and rotting the wood. It didn’t look fit for anything useful or good.
Then the old man died and most of the grandkids forgot the see-saw.