Park Walk

Park Walk

Walking in the park, required at my age. Not the park, the walk. I’m told, and believe, if you stop getting exercise for too long, you’re toast. I go to the park because I don’t have to talk to anybody. Not that I’m antisocial, just not particularly… social.

This morning was a bit cool. I knew that and brought my sweater, but in the open park it was cooler than I expected. Not wanting to go back for a coat, I decided to take a path through the trees hoping it would be warmer.

I’d never been there before. I prefer the open areas, where I can see everyone, feel safer. But this was a small woodsy area, new enough to be interesting. As I rounded a corner, I saw a tower! It was surrounded by trees, small, but one I didn’t even know existed, and I’ve walked here for years! I had to go check it out.

The face of the tower aimed toward my walk so I could see it was just a decoration. Fake windows, but a door that was open. I walked up and peeked in. It was empty.

However, there was a long string coming down from the inside ceiling. I know I should have left it alone. But curiosity doesn’t fade just because you’re old… I went in and pulled it softly, just to see what it was.

Suddenly a loud musical started blasting from the ceiling! I jumped a mile! I tried to turn it off but couldn’t, so I took off!

Hiding in the trees I watched as a couple park workers come by, and turned it off, laughing. I heard them say something about kids as they walked away. Kind of cool, me a kid again.

Frankly, it made my day!