Meyer Park

The playground may not be the same, but this is the park that I grew up in. The towering shade trees, the East river on the backside with its brown water and big, nasty carp. And the beautiful wide open spaces. Oh, the days of teeter-tottering and flips over the monkey bars, piling of leaves to jump in, and then the days of making laps around the perimeter, intervals as fast as we could go with the cross country team. Such memories this park holds.