Today I brought my Rebel for a walk down memory lane to the places my little feet once played. I was hoping to stir up those exciting memories of being 10 years old in the world I once called my own. Instead, I walked away with a feeling of disgust.
This is the small
pond I once caught frogs in and skated on.
This factory building was once someones pride and joy. Why was it so easy for someone to leave it for time to take its toll?
Here is one for the forgotten Cora Anna who died at age 19. I found her grave stone thrown in the woods, left there to be forgotten by everyone.
All of my young friends and I once played near this building. Now, someone has posted a warning sign, not that it helped this raccoon who cannot read! I have to wonder what is in the barrels behind him.
Time changes everything, but often times, not for the better.
