Running up and down the slopes.
Taking himself as fast as his little legs can manage the stride.
Away from me, towards me, beside me.
Into the pot holes, into the shallow drain,
And into the man-made hole around the plant.
Pretending to fall
Just for an excuse to roll around!
Aaahhhh....what joy that they can run around unhibited.
Where barriers that block them are not trolleys and people.
In a rush, in a rush, on their way somewhere.
A genuine reason to go on his fours and start climbing!
And what delight, hear that squeal,
When down the slide he comes.
"Mummmmyyyy.....catch me please!"
"Mummmyyyy......can I go again?"
His hands get dirty, his clothes are stained.
But it is alright.
Nothing can be quite as satisfying
as seeing your son grin ear to ear from playing.
Shoo-ing some people too!
"Can I play with you?"
"Can I chase you around?"
"Can we come again...mummy, can we come again."
Note : His first visit to the park went well.
His grandfather was more tired than him.