The Hoop Through The Years
Early one morning with the warmth of Spring sun shining pleasantly, there walked a lady and a boy of seven. The boy was rosy and happy in youth; the lady was young, handsome in features, and dressed in the fashion of the times.
The boy was laughing gaily as he was bowling a hoop, a rather large one colored in stripes of green, blue and red. He ran after it through the green of the park, showing his bare knees, and waving his wooden decorated stick. What joy in the mother’s eyes as she watched her son in play. She tittered gaily as the boy had no hoop as it rolled into a flowered bush; now there it was with her son rolling the hoop and waving the stick. And everything was jolly and peaceful in the scenic beauty of the day.
Those memories of the past years had entered the thoughts of a shabbily dressed old man as he stood near the empty debris