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Life goes by so fast but we will always have our memories.

THE PAST © Children are waiting their turn down the slide then race to the merry-go-round for a ride. Soon after the swing sets are filled with their glee where scrapes are forgotten on the elbow or knee. Lined up for a race they compete just for fun, grabbing and holding not caring who won. A quick pause for a drink from the garden hose, where they each have to spray, the other ones clothes. With giggles and laughs they roll down the hill, then it’s back to the top for another fun spill. He watches from a distance the old playground. on his face both a smile and a tear could be found. For a time long ago in this very same park, he played similar games until it was dark. As his eyes slowly focus, his daydream I can see, for that frail old man, on the park bench is me. Don Balsley