Blog #2

There is a little park about 3 minutes from my house in Cincinnati, where I was basically raised. I would have soccer and tball/softball games there, where I first learned to ride my bike, where I scored my first first goal, where my mom and I would walk our dog, where we would have picnics, where I first attempted tennis, and later quit that day. Palma Park is apart of me. It is not used very much now but it is still a historical landmark for our tiny town. I have tried finding a picture to share, but I have had no luck. In it's simplest form, beauty appears everyday here.