That Place - the Park
I have spent almost my entire life living in or near the same miniscule map dot – an estimated thirty-five of my current forty-four years. That place— exit 99, head west five miles and whatever you do, Don’t Blink!— and all its surrounding space has housed more of my moments than I have memory of. All my secrets, all my scars, lay embedded in the dust and rust of its half-hearted attempted development. People come, places go, names change, but the bones – the streets, all stay the same.