Games on the Bark

When the Funks returned from Canada one of the first excursions was to this humble playground. It does not stand out ahead of any other suburban playground of its type, except that it is only a walk away from our house and we had the time.

Children. A ball. Imagination. Will they mix?

Dad kicked the ball. Who wants to kick a ball?

I do. I don't. I do.

I'm bigger now and I can jump up but I do need a push.

Thank you Jassy. That's good. I'm not scared.

This is a jail and I'm the baby dear locked in.

You are the evil king pulled by evil dogs.

Let's pretend we can't escape Jas.

The evil king will have to feed us.