I was returning back to my home after 20 years.This was the place I grew up in. I was driving by the park and I saw the giant wheel around which me and my friends loved to play. It titillated me that it was still there though time had taken its toll on it too.
I stopped my car,went near it and felt it under my hands. I realised some things never change or may be memories play a part in keeping everything alive. This is my wheel,my park, my birth place, my home. They know me and I know them.
This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Jennifer Pendergast for providing the prompt photo!