Prospect Park

I remember feeding the ducks and watching the swans. The little paddle boats that you had to peddle like a bike. The volley ball park, the festival, the two play grounds (the small one and the big one).So much memories.

It’s been so long, I can’t remember the last time I was there. But it’s not too far from where I live, and I would like to go back and rediscover the park all over again.

Don’t miss the Cherry Blossom festival (Sakura Matsuri) held every year

Even the park’s been “renovated” some—it looks a bit more green-wise uncontrolled, usually smells simply wonderful, always displays a color breadth

It taught you alot about what life is like in a refugee camp – minus the smells, flies, diseases, threat of war, fear, and for that matter, refugees. Still, it was really interesting.