Three years ago, on the first day of school, when the bell rang, I watched other kids line up on the playground … except for my youngest son, Owen. Puzzled, I left a conversation with parents to search. When I peeked behind an old slide structure, I found him alone and crying.
Owen’s wheelchair got stuck; he was buried in wood chips. I spent that day with him, heartbroken.
Then, I promised I would make it right, not just for Owen, but for those with sensory issues. Those living with Autism or Down syndrome. Those in wheelchairs, or needing aides. Anyone who wants to play, safely. That’s about it, really. A playground for everyone.