There is a small town in Texas, Nocona (home of Nocona Boot for the real cowboys out there) that had a park with all of the old playground equipment that has been taken out of every other park.
We used to take Jessica and Heather there and let them play. It was a drive (made a nice day trip) and we had to watch them like hawks (there is a reason that all that stuff has been taken out of parks).
I was back for a deposition. They've revitalized the park, much of the equipment is gone.
Still had teeter totters, some of the climbing equipment, but the rolling barrels are gone, so is the large flower for climbing (just a pole with flower pods sticking out from it that went about twelve feet into the air) and some other things that were dear to my heart (even if I never actually let the kids play on them).
They really spent time and money cleaning things up, repainting and putting in new style plastic equipment. Life is change.
Had someone ask me if I believed in racism. I'm a lawyer. I do trial work. I'm not sure "believe in" is the right term, but I see people reacting differently on the basis of race and class.
It has been interesting to learn about and discover, and at times, the two combine in ways that are often toxic or harmful.
Just thinking about that tonight.
My eight year old was really happy about an activity and some things we had done together. She looked at me and said, "You know dad, you are the best dad I know. Why, on a scale of 0 to a 100, with a bad dad being a 0, I'll bet you are at least a 75." I told my wife about it yesterday, she is still laughing about it tonight.
Rachel still thinks she has given me the best possible compliment ever.
Me, I just remember that she may be very, very bright, but she is still eight years old. ;)