Whenever I visit the playground nostalgia grips me.Sandboxes, swings, tunnels , ladders and slides 16 years into the past.
A warm breeze of memories of my son and I on an adventure.
Sheer joy and happiness along with genuine smiles brighter than the sun.
Childlike journeys he would take as I watched , cheered and assisted.
Time spins by so swiftly one can barely take a breath.
Although William is grown now he is 2 when I reminisce at the playground.