tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527767877252946663.post8932655408361405278..comments2009-11-23T20:19:14.870-08:00Comments on thatblackbastard: Des Moines, Part Three: Rocket Parkgoodmancamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10035746143422288869noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527767877252946663.post-29714104085888514082007-09-05T15:23:00.000-07:002007-09-05T15:23:00.000-07:00I am glad you has some happy memories of growing u...I am glad you has some happy memories of growing up in that area. I love your description of the rocket! It sounds like a kid’s dream slide. It made me think of the park my brother and I played in when we lived in Texas. I have these fun memories of my dad pushing us on the swing and “doing underdogs” where he would push really hard and run under our swing. I was in pre-K – 2nd grade there, so it all seemed like I was swinging higher than the trees. <BR/><BR/>Mary (Carl's wife)Carl V. Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15948764216438379394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527767877252946663.post-9059138991134290092007-09-01T15:40:00.000-07:002007-09-01T15:40:00.000-07:00As I first started reading this I thought...wait.....As I first started reading this I thought...wait...I thought the next post was supposed to be 'good' memories...<BR/><BR/>You didn't disappoint. Great job! As I read, not only could I picture your childhood adventures in the park, but, in rapid-fire style, a barrage of my own youthful memories ripped through my mind. It was very cool.<BR/><BR/>I'm curious, have you been back to see The Rocket as an adult? I remember this clothing store in Omaha, Nebraska that my parents would take us to on yearly shopping trips. It had this elephant and a couple of other animals inside in the kids section that were slides and things to climb on. I remember that elephant being HUGE. It was so scary to get out of its head, where you could slide down the trunk, and shimmy your way onto the top of the elephant. No store today would have such a potential insurance risk available for kids to abuse. I remember going back to that store as an older teenager and being nearly overwhelmed with sadness at how small that thing really was in compared to what it was like to me as a child. I was so devastated by the reality of that. It was a wild moment of depressing deja vu. <BR/><BR/>Just curious if you've had the same experience.Carl V. Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15948764216438379394noreply@blogger.com