The Park

Throughout my childhood, I spent my time consistently at the towns' public park located in Bristol, England. It was about two blocks away from my house, and every went and their business followed. I would spend every evening after school swinging on the swings and going down the long loopy slide of full of dirt, rain, and grass. I could never forget the smell of the freshly cut grass and the tree's surrounding. When I would reach the top of the high wooden slide I could see my house out in the distance which always appeared so much smaller than it truly was.

Most days were bright and unbelieving sunny with heavy winds, I always heard the metal of the swings as they banged together and the sound sent an unusual feeling down my spine.
My favorite was the sandbox, there was no better feeling in the world than feeling the warm grains of sand below my feet and run through the spaces of my hands. I would lay on the sand and stare into the brightly colored sky, full of clouds and occasionally I would daze and get lost within them.