Reflections

Today, I went to one of my favorite parks, Waller Mill. The colors of the trees and sky reflected in the pond mirror the bright and beautiful memories I have of this place. My grandpa (Papa Rush) would bring me and my sisters here on our birthdays. The bridge at that time was a floating bridge and we loved to walk across it as it wobbled and rocked. We would also bring stale bread to feed the ducks and geese. Renting a rowboat or paddleboat and going around the pond was also fun especially the tunnel that goes under the road! We've also had many picnics and parties here throughout the years.