My sister and I took my mother on a trip down memory lane. She had wanted to see all the homes that she and our dad had lived in as they raised our family. Dad had passed away many years ago...and she now has only memories. When we went to the various homes she was filled with such emotion. But for me, the emotion was found here in this field. This is the field behind my grammar school, where as a child I took my composition book and wrote. Amazingly the school had really not changed at all and the field was still there an open...waiting for yet another chapter to be written.