Somewhere I don't belong

My place in time #77

Izzy was riding her bike ahead as I pushed Summer home in the pram. We had just been to the playground.

She stopped at a gate, got off her bike and stood, looking through and watching what was going on. 

When I caught up she reached for the latch on the gate. My heart kind of skipped a beat. Should we go in? 

It seemed like some exclusive club, where outsiders weren't invited. Certainly not a place for children to be running around.

I said, "No we can't go in there".
She said "But I just want to go and watch".

After some convincing in my head, I thought there wouldn't be any harm in sitting and watching. We opened the gate, the kids had a ball, and I quite enjoyed taking photos. They didn't run too much of amok. Most of the oldies were pleased to see them, some had looks like I had two heads! I guess they don't get a mum and her two kids dropping in too often for a visit.

We stayed for about 45 minutes, I think I am going to have some trouble getting past the gate again when we go walking past.

'My place in time' is a local area history project set by Kell at Blackcurrant Photography