Out in the yard this morning looking for a photo opportunity brings me to the tree in the back corner of the yard my Boys used to play under when very young.amp;nbsp; 25 years ago they parked their Tonka Trucks trucks next together under the tree.amp;nbsp; The ice plants that now cover the trucks wern\'t there then, only sand.amp;nbsp; Their mother called them in for lunch so they parked them neetly and ran inside to eat.amp;nbsp; Being inthe corner of the yard away they soon forgot about the trucks.amp;nbsp; I think they grew up and no longer wanted to play with them.amp;nbsp; It happens to all of us.amp;nbsp; I think Iamp;nbsp; recognized it then as the last time the boys were going to play with them. amp;nbsp; The boys seemed bored with the trucks.amp;nbsp; I could tell.amp;nbsp; One thing after another transpired and soon they forgot about them and thought about more grown up things, like kindergarten.amp;nbsp; They grew up.amp;nbsp; My youngest son who lives in a city up north came down to visit us this week.amp;nbsp; He has been on his own for several years now and doing OK in today\'s lousy economy.amp;nbsp; He received a grant so he is finishing his doctorate in Psycology and Criminal Law.amp;nbsp;amp;nbsp; He left for his trip back North this morning.amp;nbsp; During last evening grilling some steaks we stumbled across the trucks while sitting in back of the yard talking.amp;nbsp; We left them as they sat for all those years.amp;nbsp; Somehow it seemed better to leave them where the boys put them.amp;nbsp; My son said he remembered placing them there with his brother and remembered never having the time to play with them after that.amp;nbsp; Good Grief my sons are slopy sentimentalist also!amp;nbsp; This picture will join the rest of the 7 thousand plus pictures and movies I have taken during my children\'s lives since their birth moments.amp;nbsp;
