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Arlington Park I'd go there in my teens, a space to think, examine privately my doubts, make plans. My secret place, alone I'd sit on top the giant boulder near the hidden trail. I knew the rock by heart, each pocket, pinch, each handhold, foothold, where to stretch, to spread. The hard, rough surface scraped my knees and palms, its concrete challenge taught me, trust myself. I had no fear, it wasn't all that tall. Today, it's gentrified with plastic playground, groomed flowers, picnic tables, tennis courts, "clean" bathrooms, and fresh mowed lawn, civilized. No hint of hiking trails or rocks to climb, they dwell within me now, my place of dreams. ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▼