Often, after school in high school, I would go to Central Park and follow a trail starting on 68th St. I would go across the famous white bridge and through the woody area with multiple trails by the pond. There’s an area where water flows down, where there are rocks lined up vertically. I would love to climb up and down them. On the other side there’s a spot I never noticed. The stream meanders from a source further away. I really enjoyed the scenery. I was able to feel connected to my sentimental past memories while observing this area.