He then drags his brother up to his feet, and then signals his brother to go get the black and white soccer ball. The younger brother abides but pouts and drags his feet along the grass as he does. The brother kicks the ball back to his big brother and they turn and head towards the gate to leave. The setting sun peeks through the clouds just enough for me to see to figures stretching along the path, quickly, the two boys are out of my view. As I sit on an old and weather torn bench I can still see the swings, which are now standing still, so I decide to continue on. Slowly, I approach the dirt paved horse trail that surrounds Victoria Park. .
When I first step foot on the dirt path, I notice the change in temperature. As I look up and I can see a shield of foliage protecting me from the outside weather. I continue my walk down the path, taking in my surroundings through the dim sunlight. The park is different from what I remember. The bushes look more like shrubs, trash litters the ground, and the entire park seems neglected. The park that I once played as a child didn't seem as alive as it once had. Ahead of me, I can see a trash can that has been knocked over. I know what it is before I reach it. Walking past I can see empty aluminum cans of various beverages, old crumpled up papers, and various other belongings which once had belonged to the parks pervious visitors. With each continuing step, I start to think about all the times I have littered in my life. .
As the old horse trail ends, I step onto a familiar destination, my old bus stop. It was a place I knew well for two years of my life. Memories of Jr. High come rushing to my mind. I spent many mornings, through rain and shine waiting for that big, black, and yellow bus to come pick me up and whisk me off to school. When I approach the edge of the sidewalk, I stop and my mind starts to wonder. It's been years since I've walked up the paved sidewalks through the park to this destination.
