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06-06-03, 12:06 PM
My Old Park

The traffic rages down the boulevard as my emotion rages within me. Where did my life take such a turn? The blur of cars rush to their unknown destinations as I make my way to Joseph Gomes Park. The smog-filled horizon catches my attention; I look past the A & W restaurant. The relentless line of cars scream past me while walk on with my hands in my jacket pockets.

Building after building juts out from the urban landscape as I seek my haven. I walk the cement ribbon that lines the asphault, wanting to be free--free from the urban sprall that plagues me. Memories flood my head of past visits to the park.

My dad used to take me there. The lawns stretch as far as I could see. After dad came home from work we'd play catch. There was that one sunday when my whole family went for the barbeque, the family reunion. But, it was never the same after dad died, right there in the Park.

I was thirteen. I just started eighth grade and just me and dad went to the park. I brought our mitts to play catch. Right after dad threw me a fly ball he cluthced at his chest. He looked very pale. I ran to him as he fell to the ground. "Dad, dad!! What's wrong? Somebody help us, it's my dad, he's hurt!"

The ambulance arrived and the paramedics rushed over to my dad. They tried to revive him and decided to put him in the ambulance. I tried to get in the ambulance, but they wouldn't let me in. They sped off. A diesel truck roared by me, shocking me back to reality.

My dad is dead and I never said goodbye.

My park should be coming soon. Campbell Community Center? What happened to Campbell High School? Progress, I guess.

What happened to my park? It's ruined, just like my life. It used to be so huge. Now it's not even as big as the Arco station down the street. Two benches, one path, and a few trees--what went wrong? It's so small, just like my life. what went wrong? Dad why did you leave me?