* written at approximately 7:00 P.M. today
This is my third time doing this walking thing. The weather outside is nice again. I'm currently sitting on a bench in the shade in a park whilst writing on my little blue notebook. The calm breeze slowly blowing past me feels as relaxing as when you're laying down on a grassy plain and looking up at a blue sky on a beautiful day. It's great right now.
It has been a long time--and I do mean a LONG time--since I came back to this place. The last time I came here was, I don't know, maybe, a decade ago? Everything from back then is vastly different from what this park is right now. The old playground on the far right corner of the park is still there. The color painted on the structure hasn't changed, I see. I guess it hasn't deteriorated after all this time. Most of the seats and tables that were in the park are now gone. There's only, like, three tables and one long bench laying down by its side in these premises. Hey, I'm sitting on that bench!
Some soccer goals are set up in the park's big field, which is next to the playground, so I guess that's nice for those fanatics living in this neighborhood to have fun playing their great sport (Quick fact: I love soccer too! This is just an FYI, reader.). As I write, there's a game going on in front of me in which twenty to twenty-five people are playing together; and within this group, the fat players are either positioned at the back of their teams' formations as the center backs or standing near the goals as the goalies. Man, that stuff never changes. Oh, and by the way, one of the fat players appears to be pretty talkative since I can hear him 30 yards away from where I'm sitting at. I think the noise is based on him talking shit to his friends? Well, I don't know. I'll leave that as it is.
The basketball court is still there to no surprise. Ball will never lie. Ball will never die also. The swings, slides, and monkey bars are still there. There are no kids here today so I don't think anyone is going to use them. I don't think I'm going to use them also. I know my age, reader. I'd never go to that place again. Trust me. I've grown.
All of this reminiscing has been great, but I think I now want to move on instead of always looking back to my past. If I keep doing this any while longer I'll probably come to a standstill. I don't want that. Constant stagnation brings no favorable results. Perhaps I should tone down on these kinds of entries and write about other stuff. Yeah, I should do that. Look forward to that, reader.
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