Loney Girl

By loneygirl

Childhood memories

This used to be my playground
This used to be my childhood dream
This used to be the place I ran to
Whenever I was in need
Of a friend
Why did it have to end
And why do they always say
Don't look back
And keep your head held high
Don't ask them why
Because life is short
And before you know
You're feeling old
And your heart is breaking
Don't hold on to the past
Well that's too much to ask

Madonna - This Used to Be My Playground


These are my grandson, niece and nephew. They used to play here from the time they were toddlers. Now all in their teens, this village park holds a lot of memories for them and for me as well.

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