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Oh, the memories of College Park. I remember this place well from my childhood. This park had everything - swings, a see-saw, monkey bars, a spinning carousel, and the glory of all glories - a giant rocket ship so tall that the very top reached all the way into the clouds (or at least so it seemed to us children). This park was a place where all the kids in the neighborhood played, socialized, and established their place in the pecking order of the kid kingdom. Many a child broke their arm here by falling off the monkey bars or scraped their knees to the bone when flying off the carousel as it spun round and round at top speed. Those same children would be back at the park the next day proud to show off their scars and go at it again.
It was a time where the kids of all ages could just say, “I’m going to the park Mom.” and the response would be “Ok, just come back home when it starts to get dark.” Adult sightings were rare here. This was a place for kids to just be kids. This was a place where those that dared would climb to the top of the swing structures and sit proud as they towered above all the lowly minions below them.
And then there was the multi-leveled rocket ship - a place where kids set their status among the others. The lower level of the ship was given to the little ones. The little kids were given free roam of the lower section and were respected by anyone else that entered into the ship. The mid-levels were the general area where children of all ages could mingle and play. Kids would run up and down the spiraling stairs and eventually when tired out, would find a friend to sit and chat with on one of the steps. Then there was the hole at the top that only the brave would climb into to reach the top level cone of the ship. If you were lucky, you might get the opportunity to climb into this area, but many a time it would be occupied by an older kid and you would hear something like “Scat brat!” letting you know that you were stuck in the mid-section for the day. On the rare occasions where you could get to the top level cone of the rocket, you could actually feel the rocket sway back and forth and hoped it wouldn’t topple over while you were in there.
This park is a special place that holds many wonderful memories for me.
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