feeding the ducks

Tenney Park in Madison, with my grandma and grandpa... my little brother and I, with a bag full of bread crumbs... feeding the ducks. 

Such a simple thing, going to the park, tossing out the bread crumbs, and squealing with delight when the ducks would come gathering around us. 

My grandparents took us to the park all of the time. We would watch the boats pass through the locks from one lake to the other. We'd wave to the boaters and smile when they'd wave back. 

We'd walk all around the park, and up and over all of the bridges. 

And grandpa would pick up stones, and show us how to skip them on the water.