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As we walked lazily over the green hills, we came upon a modern playground. Although it was modern, it still had swings, which, in my opinion, are the most important part of a park. Swings allow you to feel free. They allow you to feel as if you are flying. I wanted to possess this feeling immediately, so I began to run to it. As I ran to it, I passed people who were sitting so quaintly underneath the trees that sit prominently in that historic park. It was so picturesque. I too wanted to join them, sit under the cool shade and dive into a novel or scribble in a notebook. But having been inspired by a quote I read earlier, "You do not stop playing because you grow old, you grow old because you stop playing" I ran past the picturesque scene and straight to that modern playground. Being there, with slides, swings, and see-saws, made me reminisce about my own childhood. Slowly but surely, the fun began to end as I began my people-watching. I started to look around at the tiny children in their brightly colored clothes and tiny sandals, struggling to get around in the sand and wood chips. I watched their parents trail them to ensure that they wouldn't encounter any sort of danger. It was strange to think that I am now closer to having a child rather than being one. But yesterday, I tried not to think about that. I swang on the swings, trudged through the sand, and perched myself on top of the playground, as I used to when I was a child, pretending that I was the Princess of the park. Sometimes, the beauty of places can be ruined as you grow older, because you begin to become more knowlegeable. I know that someday, all the parks will be gone because of the mindless politicians who continue to vote for legislation that will ensure that the beautiful trees will all be chopped, their strong bark being no match to man's chainsaw. When we left the park, it was just about sunset, so we headed to Ocean Beach. When we arrived, we headed out on the rocks, which allow you to feel as if you are on top of the ocean. The tide was high and the waves were angry, but it was irrelevant. We pressed on furthur. And with each step we took the sun melted a little lower into the gray clouds which were tinged with purple. The sky quickly began to resemble a canvas which had been slathered with watercolors that slowly began to drip down. Everyone keep calling, "Carissa, come on!" but I kept pausing. It was at these moments in which I paused where I realized the amazing things life has to offer. They are not material goods or possessions. They are simply natural wonders which enable you to fully appreciate anything and everything that has occured in your life. Yesterday made me sorry for all the times the words "I want" have flown out of my mouth. I know that we cannot just get by simply on nature itself, but we must remember to nurture it and preserve it. Surely, anyone who has visited a place similar to Ocean Beach or Balboa Park can say that if places like those were to vanish of the face of the earth, it would be a much uglier place than it already is.