At the Playground
“At that time we lived in Padua who, like all big cities, it became beautiful in the mornings festive.
My father used to take me to play in the center, in a very nice little park.
A small park near the river flowed with ducks and swans, but I liked
especially because there were so many roundabouts.
- Watch the chute with the little house dad! - Watch the swing! - Dad push me?
- There are the springs, let’s go ... play!
- Dad, look how good I am!?
Every Sunday growing up my courage and there were no more roundabouts
to scare me like in the beginning. Those beautiful morning.. me
and my Dad! “
Virginia Polce 2010