This park was a place where boys could be boys. We could do what we pleased without the hassle of having parents telling us what not to do. We would wake-up every morning around 9am and spend the whole day outdoors. Every morning it was the same routine, the first person to wake up would start calling everyone to wake them up. After all the courtesy calls were made, we rounded up the troops. One kid would ride to a friends house, then they rode to someone else’s house and so on, until everyone was out of their homes and ready to be outside for the day.

We would always stop off at the deli near my house. The bikes were lined up against the deli wall as if we were a motorcycle ga

The reason why I would share my fond memories of the park with someone is to show how when you were younger it was the simpler things that made you happy. That having fun with your friends, was the most important thing in your life. I’ve realized that as you get older life it’s harder to have fun. Nowadays, money is a tremendous factor, when it comes to having fun. When I was younger five dollars a day would go a long way. Now when I have five dollars in my pocket I consider myself being poor. I would hope that by showing this spot to someone and telling the story as I am telling it now could possibly help them remember their childhood and realize what is really important in life.

It’s been many years since I’ve been there to play hide and go seek or to play anything for that matter. However, I went to the park, one night this past summer to take a walk with my friend Emanie. I was glad to see that the park was still a second home to young kids looking to have a good time with their pals. I saw kids doing the same things that I did when the park was ours. I look forward to see that new kids find out about the park that made me have so many memories and experiences. I hope that one day if they are ever given an assignment like this one, that they will write about the park and have great memories of their own to share.

ng stopping off at a bar to knock down a few beers before terrorizing the roads again. My bike was the ugliest, of all the bikes. I bought my bike from a yard sale for fifteen dollars. It was a solid white frame with rust spots all over. My mother felt bad, she bought me some GT stickers, so we could try to spruce it up a tad. The sticker

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