A Grandparent’s day at the park (standard:Inspirational stories, 898 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Mar 25 2012	Views/Reads: 3122/1931	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Fun is a relative quantity. One person's fun may be somebody else's drudgery and pain. I know someone, and her name shall remain anonymous, whose idea of fun is rooting through thrift stores all day long. That concept of fun has never darkened the shadowy

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No sooner had she said that until the bell rang and the merry-go-round
began going round. And round. And round. 

Not only that, the pony she was on, went up and down and the pony next
to her that I was hanging onto went down and up. It was as if I was in 
perpetual motion. It seemed as if that merry-go-round ride lasted 17 
hours. Eventually, with my head spinning and my stomach doing whatever 
stomachs do, we came to the end of our merry-go-round. 

Being grateful that we have finished our ride, I proceeded to disengage
her from the pony. However, that was not her plan. 

"Oh, grandpa, just one more time." 

The problem with grandfathers is that nowhere in their vocabulary lurks
in any fashion any sound resembling "no." Consequently, we went round 
on the merry-go-round "just one more time." 

I learned a deep lesson that afternoon. When a little granddaughter says
"just one more time," it is not in any literal sense of the word that 
they say it. I'm not prepared to say how many times we went on that 
merry-go-round, needless to say, by the end of the afternoon I was in a 
complete whirl not knowing whither I was coming or whither I was going. 


As we walked over to get our ice cream treat, I remembered what the
apostle Paul said about Timothy. "And that from a child thou hast known 
the holy scriptures, which are able to make thee wise unto salvation 
through faith which is in Christ Jesus" (2 Timothy 3:15(KJV). 


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