When I began to feel my energy returning, my nieces and I began to wander around Salem looking for interesting sights. My great-niece is five and after a half hour in the car she was bored. We went looking for a park so she could get out and run off some energy. At one small corner of the park we found a castle!
At the far end of the park we found an area with a wooden fence around it and one entrance. That is it in the picture above. You walk into the entrance and there are little alcoves to hide in, under the towers and all the large complexes. The person who designed this is a genius. Even I got excited and had to explore. Being five foot tall I can still do that
My great-niece and I ran from one end of this make-believe castle to the other. She was the little princess and I got to be the mean, ugly troll under the castle. There where just to many places to hide and scare each other. Each complex had an upper deck and a lower deck or a maze of open alcoves under it. There was even a barrel on ropes to simulate a bronco ride. Well, for us it was a ride on the castle dragon.
I kind of got so busy playing that I only shot a few pictures or the pictures I shot where done so quickly that they where blurry. Ohwell, whatcha gonna do? We were having fun chasing each other, climbing and walking the rope bridge. Which I nearly busted my pride on the first step across. The person that designed this knew kids or had a great imagination. There are poles sticking out of the ground for nothing was a comment I heard for one woman. I asked if she were crazy cause any fool could see those poles are for chasing other kids around and running zigzag relays. Clearly she has lost her imagination.
We made sure we explored every complex above and below. I chased my great-niece through all the alcoves and across that dang rope bridge until I cornered her in one of the towers. Then punched her in the shoulder and yelled "tag your it"! Remember those days?
Hanging with my nieces is great fun! I am glad I stopped here for a while.
Happy Wanderings.
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