There is a good chance my daughter might not remember some of the things that happened when she was younger, so let me take a few moments to jog the memory.
Remember the time? Through the laneway opposite your old school? Remember the place I’d always park when picking you up from school?… When we discovered the ant march? Remember how we tracked it all along the street trying to guess just how many ants there were? Millions!
Remember how we tried to chose one ant and then follow it along its’ travels? And how impossible that was! We were pretty determined weren’t we, trying again and again. Remember how we squabbled, you claiming our special ant was over where you were, while I nonchalantly insisted it was here with me! And just because you had better eye sight than me, don’t think I will admit you might have been right!
Remember how we kept on telling each other, “Be careful where you stand, there’s another line behind you!” And there was! Remember how we discovered that whole new parallel march near the curb, and watched it spill over onto the road, realizing only then, that the other side of the street was connected. We needed a new estimate. Zillions!
Remember how we followed the trail… the trail that kept going around the corner of the street? Remember how we kept asking ourselves, “Was this one mighty ants’ nest or was it an ant jamboree, where all the local ant tribes had gathered?”
It was truly awesome. The word of the day. Does this jog your memory? It does mine.
I know you remember this? (You took the photo).
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| Our Playground Motto: “If it’s not dangerous, it’s not fun!” |
I think we could confidently claim that we knew where every single one of these spinning-things was
(and could rate the playground) spanning an area from Port Melbourne to Wantirna down to Mordiallic.
