While most people only associate playgrounds with the first ten years of their life, I have viewed my whole life so far as a trek through a jungle gym. The entire set would appear like a giant play-set, oversized to dwarf the actor portraying me. The actor herself would have cables attached to her body, allowing her to hop, flip and move freely and flexibly throughout the space. The middle of the set would be separated by a gap, just wide enough for the actor to curl up in a ball between. From the top of the set the cables would pull the actress down through a dark tunnel, landing her in this claustrophobic center. A costume quick change through the tunnel would enable her street clothes to transform into a Catholic school uniform. At first the light trickles down, barely grazing the body of the actor. Writhing and struggling at the bottom of the crevasse, sound clips bring in vivid auditory memories. The intensity builds as the sound clips overlap and increase in volume. A single shaft of white light would reveal a ladder on the outer wall facing the audience; as the clips die down the actor is able to slowly climb up the ladder and recover, continuing her path on the elevated portion of the playground. The combination of the actor’s physicality and the sound clips, the memory’s from life’s playground will become tangible and relatable to the audience.
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