A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove...but the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child. --Forest E. Witcraft

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Detour to the Merry Go Round

or whatever it is called.

On the way to choir camp this past weekend, we ended up taking a major detour.
Ultimately we had to kill three hours in a tiny town,
because the highway was closed due to a fire.
After eating dinner, we found a park where the kids could play.
Luckily, the weather cooled off and there was a nice breeze,
so it was very pleasant outside.

At the park, the kids found a merry-go-round, similar to this picture.

The LOVED it!  They had never seen one before!

All the parks and schools in our area have removed them for "safety".

This one was in great condition in a very well maintained, privately funded park.

Since being home, the kids are asking if we can go back to the small town,
so they can play on the merry-go-round again!

1 comment:

  1. simple pleasures. if only we stopped more often to enjoy them. i always loved merry-go-rounds.