Romanowski Park
I have been going to that park since I was five. It used to be part O.W. Holmes my elementary
school. I made most of my friends there. We used to gather there and play together after school and
when we were done, I would walk home. I remember running from the dogs that would be in the park
and having to climb up the rock wall to get away for them. The school shut down and the park just
ended up being neglected. When this happened my old friends no longer came around the park and I
was alone. Thinking about it now if I was my parents, I wouldn’t let me near that park after that.
The feeling you got when you entered the park now was bad. I remember the smell of weed
and smoke. The sights of wanabe gangsters and tagging all over the benches and walls. I remember the
sound of music that was so loud you could hear it from several blocks over and gunshots throughout the
night. As I got older, I started going there more often to play basketball. In my parent’s house there was
