I continued walking into Inwood Park in the daylight towards the direction google maps says to go. I’ve never been to this park before. Parked by the entrance of the park was a typical ice cream truck that was singing music that was still the same tune from when I was five years old. On my left, there was a basketball court where sweaty young adults were shooting basketballs into the hoops and some resting on the side. It was as if I was walking past my middle schoolyard where there was a basketball court and students were hanging out around there and playing basketball. Towards my right, there was a huge baseball field where a team of high schoolers were practicing baseball that reminded me back when I was in the softball team in middle school, practicing with my team just like them. I continued walking and saw that in front of me, there were many green benches on the side that people were talking and sitting on. It felt like I was walking through the neighborhood where I used to live, where elders from the neighborhood would come out and sit in the nearby park and just relax. There were big, old trees all over the park were organized similarly to the park that I used to go to as a child. A little further down, there was the grass area where people were having family picnics or kids just running around. I couldn’t help but think of the times that have already passed.