Leaving the mountains and the great forests; She drove the truck out over a lush meadow. With tall grasses and flowers swaying in the gentle breeze. White, fluffy clouds drifted slowly across a blue sky. In the center of the meadow, decaying and worn walls stood defiant agains the effects of time and lack of attention. She stepped from the truck and stared about in bewilderment. Where once there had been manicure grounds, gleaming walls and the sounds of laughter; there was silence and had become so overgrown as to not be recognizable from what she remembered.