Playgrounds in the rain are pretty depressing. Whether they are large, like this one at the Oaks, or small they are laden with sadness without the screaming voices of small children. On summer afternoons, this one holds the voices, smiling faces running all over and picnicking mothers sitting on the high banks with their friends. I cannot pass one of these fountains without stopping and taking a sip. I can almost immediately zoom back in time to Gulliver's Field and all those recognizable friends. High school reunions are not my cup of tea. I want no part of them, but I've always thought it would be great fun to renew the acquaintances of those who hung in our neighborhood, a wonderful place in time with important pieces of me.