I remember going to the park as a child and teenager.
I remember hanging out in one of these shacks as a teenager. Some of the buildings are in poor shape, but the church is in great shape:
Every where you went, you could hear people talking about things they remembered. I don't remember the honey bee building, but Dwight did-I don't think either of us remembered that honey was $1.75 a quart back in 1975.
I did not remember the kissing rocks either:
I do remember the train and the swinging bridge:
Dwight remembered the train for a different reason. His Grandpa had told him there had been a train come by recently. Little boy Dwight wanted to know how his Grandpa knew-and his Grandpa told him because the train had left tracks...
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