If you grew up in my hometown with me then you recognize this place. Fifty years ago I desperately wanted to get away from home, and when I met a nice guy who was in the Navy and would would ‘take me away,’ it was too much to resist. But in the back of my mind I thought that I would somehow live there again some day, but I never did. I had no idea how much I had blown up my life by leaving. The friends and relatives that might have been part of my daily life weren’t there. As I lived those days and years I didn’t think anything was missing, I was happy, it’s only now that I am looking back at it and wondering. Because now that I am alone, and for almost the first time in my adult life, I see what I missed. And I found I really needed to reconnect to those places and people from my past. I needed to go back to square one, so to speak, in order to figure out where to go from here.
They say you can never go home again. And in truth when I was out driving in my hometown with my old friend he would ask me if I recognized where I was, and I hardly ever did. Places change. But when it comes to DW Field’s Park it hasn’t changed a bit. And that’s comforting to me. And people? They change too. But some of them treasure their own memories of the past, and lucky for me I was part of their memories also. This is the place I call up in my memory at the mention of the word home. And I, for one, really can go home again.
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 
One of my first memories is feeding the ducks at DW fields Park with Mom and Dad and climbing the tower. It seems so high back then.
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