When I go back to my old playgrounds, I can almost see myself as a kid climbing through the rocks, and peddling the boats through the lake (those kind that you peddle like a bike), almost as though the child version of me is a ghost haunting the area, yet always smiling in my youth. Alas, the child I was IS as a ghost, and all that is left is this changed man that I am now. I can look at this picture and see so many memories; so many fond memories. This is what is left of a man-made lake in Granite Dells where I grew up in Prescott Arizona.