It's strange being here. The race track where I spent almost 20 hours a week when I was a child. The place where I had my first pony :)
There are so many memories, it's crazy. Running along side mom and the horses as they were being walked to the track to race, or just after a race. The flowerbeds where I played that I was a show jumping horse. The winning circle where we stood many times....
They will tear it down to build new condos, and build a new track somewhere else. It's really about time as everything is a bit worn down but still, sad.