... and this particular day was no exception. This particular day down at the park I had a fiddle with the settings on my camera and noticed that the colours went from this...
to this...

Subtle but better none-the-less. Amazing! Who'da thunk? Thems camera maker men are so smart! First gobsmacker of the day!
I also learnt that the trendy way to swing is on your belly and not your butt as the rest of the world would have it.
You can reach great heights and perform various manoevres when you break the 'Swing' rules.
And when you reach these great heights you are bound to run into an old friend...
Apparently, you can die on a swing as well...
...and it's contagious...
This learning thing is FUN!
My third lesson of the day is that if I had a choice whether or not to take a carload of GIRLS or a carload of BOYS to the park and I opted to take the carload of GIRLS, I was the lucky one...
Girls play NICE!!!
Have you ever noticed that there are some things that are embedded deep within your memory that will probably NEVER go away? Insignificant at the time but apparently 3 decades later the memory will come bubbling to the surface like a bath after baked beans...
Here lurketh Lesson Four... And then along strolled Mr Smith...
He is aptly named Mr Smith because of his gait. Check it...
Meet my reincarnated Science teacher from Third Form (Grade 8). Skinny dude with a long hooked nose who walked like an Ibis. He also sounded like those guys on "Dude! Where's My Car?" Actually, I'm pretty convinced that when he drove that old Humber 80 in the staff car park he secretly worshipped Cheech and Chong. Because it had the pom pom fringing around the windscreen. And when he got out of the car it was almost like he would unfold like a transformer with a huge puff of smoke. He was pretty long was Mr Smith... Don't recall him ever wearing feathers though...
But isn't it weird how small things like an Ibis will remind you of your old Science teacher?
And this here looks like that hunk o' burnin' love I met nigh on 22 years ago...
'cept without the technology stuck to his ear... and without the Photoshopped-ness.