Parks are great places. So many memories are in parks.
I remember the first time I rode my bike with no training wheels was in a park. It was many many years ago. We had gone to visit my Oma and Grandad and because they lived in another town we had to take my bike. My Dad had promised me that he's show me how to ride my bike without the training wheels.
When we got to my grandparents house I insisted on going to the park before we had lunch. So we had to go. My Grandad came to watch. We found a soccer field and my dad got out his tools and unscrewed the training wheels and I was off. I remember how easy it was, I didn't crash at all!
Other memories at the park include picnic's with my friends, one picnic I had with one person in Autumn because we missed spring and summer. It was a great picnic.
Adventures like the up hill adventure I had with some people a few weeks ago.
More first time adventures in the park in akaroa. Like getting lost in the so called garden of Tane, which turns out to be a natural maze.
Parks are beautiful places, allowing children to learn to ride there bikes, play in the playground. Slightly older children and adults play sport. Life needs parks. I know my life does and my world does. Parks are happy places, green grass, blue sky, smiling flowers, and mighty trees.