Central Park

Love this park

It’s got a WW II vintage tank! You can climb the tank and swing on the thing that shoots stuff! What’s not to like?
Well, I don’t like that when my parents were kids they were actually allowed to climb inside the tank but litterbugs and vandals screwed the rest of us out of the opportunity. Jerks.
Okay. Central Park. Central Park has beach volleyball pits. They have Babe Ruth baseball diamonds and that means CONCESSION STANDS with cheapo Swedish Fish and sno-​cones. And Airheads. And prob’ly popcorn. But the park – the park is cool. It’s got the tank, it’s got a nice swinging bench and a very nice pavilion for outdoor parties. Occasionally, the Northwest Indiana Symphony plays outdoor concerts here and every summer the park is full of artists, crafters and buyers for the Park Full of Art event. And what park is complete without swings, jungle gyms and slides? Central Park has ‘em. Granted, the slide is not quite as cool as the super tall metal slide there when I was a wee lass, but it’s still good. And I love hearing the church bells from good ol’ St. Mary’s ring out through the park.
One of the things I like best is I am a part of the park. That’s right, WE (my mom, brother and me) have a BRICK on the paved path to the bathrooms. Now THAT is cool because some day I can bring my kiddies here and say, ‘See, here’s Mommy’s brick, leading you right to the toilets!’ :)
Central Park is full of great memories, from my earliest days of growing up in Griffith to the most recent event – my oldest, best friend’s son’s 1^st birthday party in the pavilion. And even though I still can’t get inside the tank, I can still climb it and feel like a big kid.