There's an accidental poetry here, ten syllables for the sense of childhood loss and the poignancy of disappointment.
For a title I've picked "all grown-ups were children once", a line from the Little Prince. I do remember what it was like to be rushing from place to place in the amusement park, desperately stretching to try to reach the "you must be this tall" line, and being thrilled when I could finally leave the tea cups to the little kids and move on to the exciting rides. Seeing this marks the other end of this rite of passage – the disappointment and loss of having to leave treasures behind.
This image is from a visit to Centre Island in the summer of 2015. Maybe there's nothing much here, but the phrase and the photo have stuck with me unshakeably since then.