![]() ![]() The park is the exact same one I used to frequent when I was a kid, and as I watched my grandson make his way up the climbing frame, a look of happy determination on his face, my mind flashed back forty years to when my friends and I had embarked on similar adventures. The sound of chatter and laughter, as well as one or two sobs and wails, could be heard from all sides. It was a pleasant winter’s afternoon, and the swings and slides were crowded with children of all sizes, clambering here and there. A COUPLE OF Sundays ago I was in the park with my grandson who is five.
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