Box 15

I spend time here people watching. The breeze through the trees is typically welcome, although in the winter it makes it almost bitter here. The sun shines through the trees and casts beautiful shadows that play on the ground. I stand on the bridge as I listen to the calm, rushing water. Birds, geese and ducks are calling to each other, nipping at the others ankles, and splashing in the water. The feeling of serenity, peace and comfort washes over me as I can hear the water lapping against the rocks at the bottom of the river. I can feel the sun baking my calves, although I am wrapped up in a sweatshirt. My feet sink into the soft mud that has been created from day of rain. I come here to think, to feel and to talk. 

The impression this place leaves me with is confidence. This place is where people create memories, make their lives and share intimate secrets. You come here for fun, when you are sad, when you are skipping school. This place reminds me of when you were a child and all you wanted was to be here. I guess that really doesn't change though.

This place doesn't remind me of one specific person, although maybe it should. It reminds me of myself. It reminds me of children and their laughs, carefree and young. It reminds me of teenagers, young, in love for the first time, sneaking out and rebelling. It reminds me of adults, having their own children and creating their memories and sculpting their lives. It reminds me of old couples, who come here to remember when they were younger and to see how far they've come.