I don't think my title explains what I am thinking very well at all!
Basically, do you ever find it odd that a space we use now in a fun/ good way was once a place of sadness/ fear.
I'll give my example, yesterday we went to an old Spire/ tower. There is a lovely kids park, a nice easy walk around with the pram. Also there are lovely fields that have been planted with loads of wild flowers.
But there is also a part that has a remembrance area, with a nice statue, a poem and a plaque that says the place was the burial ground for the poor from the work houses for nearly 100 years.
It's just a weird feeling that that same place used to hold such sadness. Now it is a happy place. Possibly even descants of those buried there play there now and don't know.
Do you know what I am rambling on about?