changing the playground
My son’s school playground doesn’t have a slide. Swings, yes, several different climby things, yes, monkey bars and soccer nets and woods to run in but no slide.
It was either deemed unsafe (too tall!) or taken out because of its age (or both, I suppose) and now the Parents Group has been raising money for new playground equipment.
Our big fundraiser today? A bottle drive. Posters went up all over town and notices were put in the paper. People who don’t save their bottles or don’t drink pop gave toonies and loonies. Very few people around here wouldn’t give something towards the school – supporting the kids, supporting our town.
We expected a good haul.
What we got was monstrous.And wonderful.
About an hour into it, we’d sent a load to the depot already and were quickly running out of room on the trailer we’d been filling with bags of sorted, counted 5-cent cans and bottles.
We ended up filling a dump truck. A dump truck, along with several pickup loads of glass bottles.
The total? From this little town?
Over a thousand dollars.
Margaret Mead was a wise old girl.