Wandering around old manors and run down motels makes a person hungry. Stopped here at this little park in Iron Gate to munch on our tuna sandwiches. The boys noted right away that there is NO teeter totter in this park. Not one.
This little house sits right next to the park. What fun for kids to have a park in your backyard. We had one right down the street from us where I grew up. Our bus picked us up there. We would play on the Merry-Go-Round till the bus came. In the summer there were lots of activities held for us kids there, put on by the parks dept. We played games, made Plaster of Paris hands and let balloons go with our names and addresses attached so that when someone found our balloon they would send our address label back and let us know where it was found. I remember mine came back. Someone found it either in the desert or mountains. I can't remember but I remember my label being all dirty and a bit torn up. It was pretty exciting to hear about where it had travelled! The name of my little childhood park was Bill Beck Park in El Cajon, Ca. My favorite thing in the park was this wooden fort that was made from big logs. They had tar on them I guess because I can still smell that tar smell in my memory! But I digress! I am linking with Signs, Signs & Good Fences :)