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.
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Author:
Sandbone18 (
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it went right to my heart.
Very true, so many memories when you take your children to the park - they do return again - with the grandchildren.
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