Lovely comment!

My trust was in my "betters", the medical experts, the educational experts, trusting those to know more than I did was my biggest mistake.

My grammar school was leveled too. With its u-shaped, high windowed courtyard that my cousin and I whacked tennis balls against for hours on end (the cousin whose house I am buying), the swings I learned about flight on, the see saws and merry go rounds I learned physics on. The school my mother taught in. The big pool next door. We walked to the pool and back in our swim suits and flip flops, carrying nothing but a towel.

All gone now, leveled, athletic fields for my high school, which remains. I would love to head back there.

I'm thinking now my poem is about second chances. So you've set off a lot of thoughts. Thanks!