Memories

This seems to represent the season quite well!

For more years than I care to remember I have walked past a local school whose walls are decorated with bricks made by the children. These children who made them will be grown-ups now, and probably some of them have their own children at the school.

I used to imagine that some time, far in the future, my own children would go to that school and be a part of that special family.

Now when I walk past I am looking back in time, my children have been and gone from the school, they have been a part of the special family and now they have moved on.

It only seems like yesterday.