Bloomsbury Park
Once upon a time, when I was quite young, there was a wondrous house near an amazing park that was a lit with a thousand lights. From this home you could see in the distance a ferris wheel, a carousel, mechanical swings and occasionally hear a bit of music from an old calliope. On summer evenings this home seemed a gathering place for picnics, croquet and hide and seek. Oh how I wanted to live there! This home, Bloomsbury Park, with its magical kingdom nearby, was the stuff that dreams are made of — and this dream is now my reality.
