Her dress billowed wildly in the breeze as her father tossed her high.

The pretty dress she wore was homemade. Chocolate brown with cute white polka dots dotted about. Culottes, with lace, covered her tiny legs. White bow encircled her high pony tail of sandy blonde hair.

Shrieks of pure joy, and laughter sounded, from them both, as she flew free for those few fleeting moments.

It was a warm, cloud free afternoon at the local fete held in the park behind the old church. Lots of family's picnic'd and chat happily with family and friends on the lush green lawn; Back slapping by the men... gossiping about the latest town happening by the lady folk.

A band was playing some old rag time tunes much to the delight of the older generation who were tapping their feet and a few even having a dance. The church minister strolled through the happy gathering stopping to talk to those around him never pushing his holy word but smiling and befriending all like a favourite uncle that everyone loved.

Father and daughter continued their happy afternoon, and she especially enjoyed being high aloof on her fathers' strong broad shoulders as they savoured the delights of the day. Her pretty mother, Nancy, would swing their older son around in a fast dance until they all plonked down on the soft grass to drink cold sodas and eat pie and mushy peas -a favourite, though seldom had, treat for them all.

Life, right now could not be any more wonderful.