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at the park

There’s something incredibly special about taking my daughter to the park. She’s turning nine in July, so I know that our trips to the park to swing, slide and merry-go-round are numbered. One day fairly soon our visits to the park will become less frequent. One day they will stop. The allure of cherry red swings and bright yellow see-saws will seem less appealing. The ringing ice-cream van will drown into the background of a faded playground memory. A chapter will conclude and a new one will roll forward. But for now I will cherish our trips to the park. More so than ever before.