When I was a little girl, I remember walking with my mom around the corner, down the street and then along a cedar-lined path between two houses. And it was while walking along that path that I always got rather excited because I knew that the end of the path was the beginning of fun.
At the end of the path was Kingston Park.
Big open field, a walking path, playgrounds, a fabulous tobaganning hill for the winter, day camps in the summer. It was a great park. Loved it.
So when we moved "back home", I had big hopes for taking Hadassah there. How cool would it be to have Hadassah play in the same park I played in as a girl, right?
Was I ever disappointed to find out that it was closed for renovation. Really?! Closed for renovation?! Just when we get here?! Hmph.
But a couple of Saturdays ago, Kingston Park re-opened. And I decided that I couldn't miss it. I'd been waiting for awhile to show Hadassah where I used to play. Although we've been peeking glimpses at the progress through the houses and trees every time we drove down St.Clair St., and I knew it wouldn't look quite the same as it used to, I still wanted to go.
Apparently everyone else in Chatham had the same idea. (happily for Kingston Park...) It was packed. It was hot. But it was worth it. We happened to be walking from the hill to the splash pad, through the new change rooms/office building, just when the official opening began. The Town Crier started everything off. (followed by speeches from the Mayor, MP, etc., but I decided the guy with the pink fur cap was the most interesting shot...)
And I got to see my daughter play at 'my park'.
I do believe that was the best part of all.