The Good Old Days

This afternoon when we were driving in the car, Gabe asked if we could hang a swing from our tree, Mr. Treetop.  When I suggested that the tree was too tall, he asked if Uncle Colin could come over and hang the swing with a tall ladder.  I reminded Gabe that Uncle Colin moved far away, to Texas.  And I asked Gabe if he remembers who else lives in Texas now.  Gabe didn't remember at first, but when I reminded him that his school friend, Suzu, now lives in Texas, he replied very solemnly, "those were the good old days."