Hooray

I don't know why I am so sentimental when it come to nostalgia. When we lived in Pennsylvania I never thought "this is the greatest state in the entire union" but now I think that. When we lived in Missouri I never made a conscious note of the slope of the hill and the curve of the drive down to the swimming pool, but it's as vivid in my mind as any road here in Bloomington.



Just looking at this picture makes me think of a few things, and I'm sure it will remind others of you of even more. The first memory I have is showing up with a bunch of people (maybe some from our church, a lot from the community), swinging a hammer, and building our Dream Park (which is the best playground, though that word really fails to capture the awesomeness of the park, ever). The second thing I see is the backstop where we played home-run-derby (I don't remember playing this too often, but I think Matt played more often that I did). There are so many other memories of this little plot (smoking in the tree, Nate finding a wallet and turning it in to the Police just up the road, and so many more).