After watering the flowers at the cemetery, I rode my bicycle over to the park. I discovered that the soccer field was no longer being used. The grass was entirely overgrown, and their was a large earth machine and a pile of dirt. It made me slightly sad. I then climbed the hill we use to sled down in winter. It too was all overgrown, with weeds and trees. But I was glad to see that the lilies had not disappeared. In fact their were now more then ever. When I reached the top of the hill, I stood up my bike, and walked about the old Grammar School. The bricks have names of students carved into them. Including Frank Reid, who in 1962 would hire my father to work at the mill. I then rode to the bike shop to purchase a helmet, then went home for lunch. In the evening a strong rain storm blew in, and cleared out the heat and humidity.