Twinkie Memorial Park Playgroup

Twinkie Park got it's name via local legend.  Supposedly a mother often took her kids to the Hostess Outlet then to this park.  One of her kids asked, "Can we go to Twinkie Park?"  The name stuck.  Now that Hostess is in bankruptcy we jokingly call it "Twinkie Memorial Park."  Of course the kids don't care what it's called as long as they can play.


Isn't she adorable?!


"See Emmalee.  This is my horse."


Three Musketeers.  (We didn't know the girl in the yellow.)


This was a challenging day at the park for me.  Joseph kept wandering off and Rachel kept making friends with teenagers.  At one point she was sitting on the stairs surrounded by an assortment of kids ranging from about 10 to probably 16.  I can be labeled as overprotective.  But, with strange teenagers, including boys, I don't think I can be too cautious.  How do you instill stranger danger without ruining innocence, trust and friendship skills?  Of course Joe looks wary of everything in this picture.


Rachel is honing her sliding skills.


The slides that used to terrify her are now fun and exciting.


Her favorite is always the swings.  I told her I couldn't push her anymore because I needed to keep an eye on Joey who didn't want to swing.  Sweet inventive Rachel found someone who liked swinging as much as she does.  Piggy is a daredevil.