Springtime at the Zoo is Haunted

Spring is childhood.I remember the trees. Big mature trees that had been standing for many, many years. They spread their shade in a sun speckled canopy over the playground.I remember playgrounds. There was one with a wiggly bridge that had been frequented by The Billy Goats Gruff. I didn't see an ogre, but I was … Continue reading Springtime at the Zoo is Haunted