I understand that sadness. As children, my sisters and I played in a meadow close to our home called Golden Acres. We made camps, enjoyed picnics and played games as imaginary characters. One day the bulldozers came. Over the course of a year the meadow became a building site and then a townhouse complex. We still played in the building site, but it wasn’t the same. I’ll always have fond memories of those carefree Golden Acre days.