I took this photo at the place in the park where J and I always used to go. The structure is the peak of the old grade school building where I attended Miss Fisher’s fourth grade class (maybe 1966?). The rest of the building was demolished some years ago to make room for a shiny new bus garage. Ghosts.
This used to be such a magic place. Now Pipsqueak Pond is a dried up mud pit and the park is an empty field. The magic is gone. Only ghosts remain.
They tore down the building when I moved away and left the key unreconciled… – DGF