You can never go home again.

After our Union Station adventure, we went to look at the house I grew up in. It was a nice day so we decided to stop and play at the park too. This is the park I used to play at as a kid. It did not look like this when I lived there. The former park had-- one tall second-degree burn giving metal slide, a couple swings and a merry-go-round. All of those are gone now and they replaced it with five times as much stuff. They probably would have gotten bored fast if they hadn’t.