By Trish Hubschman
I was eight ears old.
Mom and Dad were taking us to a place called Gettysburg.
I didn’t know what that was
It sure would beat staying home till school started.
There was a park there and it was a lot of fun.
My brother, sister and I climbed forts, played with cannons and other stuff.
This was supposed to be a learning experience.
Bah, for who, Mom and Dad?
Fifty years later, my husband and I went to Gettysburg.
I didn’t know how much my child’s memory would recall.
Would the park be the same or different?
Would it be a learning experience or just a lot of fun?
As we drove along through the park,
I tried and tried to bring back memories.
It was so different.
I couldn’t’ climb forts,
Though I sat on the long-nose cannon.
The monuments had to be the same.
It was this kid that was different. I had grownup.
Trish is a graduate of Long Island University’s Southampton Campus and has a Bachelor’s degree in English-writing. She is deaf-blind and lives in Pennsylvania with her husband Kevin and their dog, Henry.