I Remember
It was the fall of 1960. My father had recently died, and we had moved to an old, decrepit apartment building downtown. Our city cousins were coming to visit, and we were unruly in our excitement. With only an hour before the visit, Mom sent us kids off to Remembrance Park to play. “But don’t go near the bog, or you’ll get stuck in the quicksand!” Mom warned. Remembrance Park was a marvellous little place, with an arched log bridge…