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After you read our story, follow the circle, starting with my friend Julie Mak.

It was like a page from my childhood this weekend.

Even though we’ve been living in my hometown for a couple of months,
this is the first time my kids experienced these things that I did as a kid.

So much has changed, but very much has stayed the same.

I can’t even count the number of pictures of me and my sister feeding the ducks at this park.
I got chills watching their excitement as the ducks approached them,
tentatively holding the bread, considering letting the ducks eat out of their hands
before deciding at the last minute to just throw it (just like we did as kids — those ducks can be aggressive!).



One of the things that has changed – the awesomeness of the playground here!
This is Ninja Warrior level!  I think we had some swings and a teeter-totter.




Prairie Dogs
I can’t see a prairie dog without thinking of my childhood.
The sight of them all, with their little heads sticking up all around the field!


I didn’t remember them being this timid, but they chirp warnings to one another
and hide at the slightest human approach.
M is patiently waited for this one to return.


After the park, we moved on to the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge.


We didn’t see any buffalo, but those longhorn were right up next to the road!


Next stop – Holy City
It was so cool watching my kids climb the stairs and see these sites for the first time.






A blast to my childhood past would not be complete without a trip to the top of Mount Scott.
I remember dropping my Thermos from these rocks and watching it slowly crash and shatter on the way down.
I’m not sure, but that may have been the start of my fear of heights.
My kids do not share that fear AT. ALL.





On the drive home, I asked H if he had ever “hand surfed” out the car window.

I’m totally dragging them to the Museum of the Great Plains next week!


August 31, 2016 - 4:21 am

Cynthia - What a beautiful week down memory lane! I’m sure doing these things with them was super special.

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