Years ago, as residents of Farmington, we had the benefit of entering through the back gate of Lagoon free of charge. We held our annual ward Pioneer Day breakfast there and enjoyed the evening entertainment on summer nights. Now, however, decades later, I regularly use the walking trail that has been built on the exterior of the fence of Lagoon. There is no back gate entrance and I would be hard pressed to identify the location of the old back gate or what it looked like exactly. With the fragility of human memory, it seems as if it has always appeared as it does now.
A home in our neighborhood was bought last year and we have all watched its transformation marveling at the possibilities the new owner sees that we had never seen. The interior was gutted, exterior walls were knocked out to expand doorways, the brick has been painted, a new driveway and basketball court poured. Landscaping has been ripped out, rocks brought in and we await the finished product. Though the home has been there for more than thirty years, I am already beginning to forget its previous appearance. It is a new house created from the old one.