Parkin' It With The Boys

There's no doubt the boys love the park more than I do.
But every time I look back on the pictures I remember why we keep going.

There is something magical there.

Intangible, but magical.

Smiles, in bounteous supply.

The joys of boyhood bliss, and adventurous treasure hunts.

Where slides become dangerous bridges to climb...

and bars serve as prisons to escape from.

Head-first dives down into the hot lava are only for the bravest of brave.

And the other bravest of brave brother, of course.

And the very grounds upon which brotherly competetion starts.

But never ends. Oh well, 'least everything else can still be magical.