Writer's Block: Nirvana
Well it's not very specific but here goes. My favorie place in the world is a park. Any park really. I prefer big parks with some form of water, a small pond or something.
I don't know the exact reason, but being outside was just something I loved. I used to run around and I always sought out the outdoors. Now however and for some years now, I just haven't been out much. I stay indoors and just look at the world outside through doors and windows. However, the few times I have managed to escape to the parks nearby have been amazing. Not action packed by any means, just rather, calm... relaxed.
The environmnent is so peaceful and I don't hear the sounds of anyone else. It all gets drowned away. The park is my quiet place. It's the one I go to when everything becomes too much. I can just sit on a bench or swing for hours and clear my head.
There was this park in particular, near one of my old homes, that had ponds scattered around trails. This was my favorite place to visit. I would jump out of the truck as soon as my dad parked, even before he turned off the truck, and just rush into one of the trails/paths.
I could spend hours there. In fact I would have if my parents didn't worry so much. One pond in particular caught my attention. It was the biggest in the park and that's where almost all the ducks were. Admittedly being so close to ducks wasn't that pleasant when you are frightened they might attack but they never did *wipes sweat off brow* cause that would be traumatic. Okay well that's an exaggeration but regardless, being there was the closest thing to making me feel so... weightless.
I don't know the exact reason, but being outside was just something I loved. I used to run around and I always sought out the outdoors. Now however and for some years now, I just haven't been out much. I stay indoors and just look at the world outside through doors and windows. However, the few times I have managed to escape to the parks nearby have been amazing. Not action packed by any means, just rather, calm... relaxed.
The environmnent is so peaceful and I don't hear the sounds of anyone else. It all gets drowned away. The park is my quiet place. It's the one I go to when everything becomes too much. I can just sit on a bench or swing for hours and clear my head.
There was this park in particular, near one of my old homes, that had ponds scattered around trails. This was my favorite place to visit. I would jump out of the truck as soon as my dad parked, even before he turned off the truck, and just rush into one of the trails/paths.
I could spend hours there. In fact I would have if my parents didn't worry so much. One pond in particular caught my attention. It was the biggest in the park and that's where almost all the ducks were. Admittedly being so close to ducks wasn't that pleasant when you are frightened they might attack but they never did *wipes sweat off brow* cause that would be traumatic. Okay well that's an exaggeration but regardless, being there was the closest thing to making me feel so... weightless.