Every year of her life Bethany has greeted spring down at our park. I'm not sure she even realizes it is a ritual, but something compels her without fail to go and play down there as soon as the snow melts. Never mind that she plays on the school playground every single day, including friends. No, she must visit the playground in OUR neighborhood. I love it. I hope I will have a picture of this ritual every year for the next ten at least.