The Playground of Youth

There is a little park in Chattanooga, Tennessee that we found while waiting for our departure on The Southern Belle Riverboat. It is the strangest thing though, it seems that none of the children were playing because, well, all the adults had taken over. Just have a look for yourselves and see if you see the strange phenomenon that I saw....


This seems to be the dad that started it all. I remember seeing him give his wife "the look". You know the one, "Ha, honey, watch this. Here, hold the camera...."

It did not stop there....

See, next thing you know, something came over grandma's eyes. It was like a gleam. Like someone had switched on a light switch....

This is a mom from a different family. She just started playing...

Here again...it is just strange. Do you see any children playing?

Now, is she going to scale OVER the wall?! Grandma, I don't think that is what they want you to do...

Look! Another dad!

Dad? Where is your child?

Another grandmother?! This place is magical!

Oh no, it's another one...

Grandma just had to bring her in on the cult that is the Playground of Youth...

Whoa!...

Tsk, tsk, tsk...

Oh, Wade, no, step away from the light....
Waaaaade!!! Come back!!!!

Okay, I give, I wanna play!...

Malia