At the Playground, wooden music boxes

At that time we lived in Padua that, like all big cities, it become beautiful in the sunday mornings.
My father used to take me to playgound in the center, in a very nice little park.
A small river flowed close to this park, with ducks and swans, but I liked it especially because there were so many carousels.

- Look at the chute with the little house, dad! - Watch the swing! - Dad let's push me?
- There are the springs, let’s go ... Let's play!
- Dad, look how good I am!?

My courage growing up sunday by sunday, and there were no more carousel to scare me, like in the beginning. Those beautiful morning.. me and my Dad! “

Virginia Polce 2010

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