I started to follow him out to where the swing-set once stood, and said, "I should probably grab the camera?" He gave me a thumbs up, and I ran back to the house. When I got outside, this is what I found:
"The end of an era!" I said to my hubby. We have entered the iAge. I really miss the swinging days. Those days were so much simpler.
Shortly after we moved to this home, we put in a new mailbox. We took the old box (which was just a box on a post), and mounted it at the top of the slide platform. The kids used to leave surprises in it for one another. I can remember a few bed-times when we had to run out to the swing-set mailbox to retrieve favorite toys.
When the kids were little, we had one of the two slides in the neighborhood, and ours was the sturdy one -- so neighborhood kids gravitated over to our yard. I only had to look out the kitchen window to know where they all were.
Today, the swing-set is down -- well, most of it. The slide and the slide platform are still standing. That'll be a project for another day. The ladder is down and in the woodpile, though, so nobody will be using that slide.
Oh, and the carving... can you see it? Neither my husband nor I knew it was there. Our daughter remembered right away. She was there when our son carved it "a long time ago." We wondered why she hadn't had him carve hers as well. "The 'S,' she said. "He couldn't figure out how to carve a good S."
I'm linking up with Cha Cha at Heartfelt Home
for Sentimental Sundays.
What are you sentimental about today?
You know so well how to touch my heart with your stories. This story got me so much because we were just talking about ours coming down soon, NO one has even gotten on it the entire summer. It makes me so sad, I do miss those days.
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