Okay, I know I’m dating myself, but how do you do a Throwback Thursday post without being thrown back into those old days along with it?
Remember these old-fashioned slides? It was quite a climb to get to the top and I can only imagine how cold the metal of the slide must have been in this scene. Winter in Dawson Creek was no joke. This was probably a milder day of only 10 or 15 below zero. I must say my father was kind to take us to this park, which was quite a walk from where we lived. My mother would have been at home with my younger sisters. My father was the one with the camera in those days.
There weren’t many structures in the playground and it all looks rather bleak, looking back now. But for my brother and me, it was probably the highlight of our day. Certainly the “high” part.
We must have liked climbing on things, and, lacking more playground equipment, old farm machinery would do just fine.
I’m surprised at how happy we looked in this godforsaken place.