When I was growing up there was a fairly large park with a rickety old playground nestled in the woods around the block from my grandparent’s house.
The playground’s amenities were shabby, to say the least, but the park had a glorious secret. Off to the side of the play area, far behind a baseball field whose diamond was so overgrown you could barely make out the outline, was a trail. As a curious kid I followed the path, led by the sound of a babbling brook, and that’s h… (View original article)