Author's Blurb
Coventry Park is a large park on Coventry road, a long road that went as far as my house. This story is based in Cleveland, Ohio, where I spent 12 years of my life. The first two were in my place of birth, California, and I moved to Florida at age 14. The stark contrast I portrayed in the coldness and wetness of the park can be partly contributed to the fact that I hadn’t seen snow in almost 6 years, and seeing my old park all frosted over came as a surprise. Part of the disconnect I felt at the end is because of the way I have tried to forget my previous life, and the things in it. Even though there were good memories, it was tied closely to ones that I would rather forget, which is why I left in such a hurry.
pg. 6
When you are a kid, you never look past your field of vision, even if your little eyes can. Now I saw the whole thing, like a splotch in the dirt. It was cold, and the wood chips were soggy. The metal poles were cold and sticky. I couldn’t get on the slide, because it was winter and locked up. I didn’t want to get on it anyway; no one wants to go speeding down a cold slide in twenty degree wind chill.