Parks

(# 8)

I personally love the city life in comparison to living on a farm, seeing as I have experienced these two worlds. However, even with my preference, I still miss many things about the country life. I miss the bright blue skies and waters, the vast never ending greenery, and the space to roam freely, not cramped in crowds and uncomfortable elevators. However, what I miss the most is the clean, fresh air. It is so refreshing to breathe in crystal clean air, rather than the constant smell of pollution and cigarettes. Such simple things are never really appreciated until they’re gone. For many, this constant wish of greenery is not able to be grasped; they are forced to live in the city. However, these people have a small patch of land where they can have a small escape from the smog and smoke. These small patches of the cement escape are parks. Parks can mean many different things to many different people. For some it can mean a peaceful walk and escape from stress, a place to view scenery and give yourself a place to breathe, to let your kids roam and tire out, to take your dog out from the cramped space of your home, or maybe even a place to have a snack, a picnic even. For me, I view parks as an escape from our concrete jungles. If you think about, the world is becoming more and more encased in cement. Slowly the greenery that was once meant to cover our world is becoming a rare site. Some realize this problem, while others are blind to it, wanting more and more cement. These people will sometimes never realize and appreciate this greenery this until its gone However with parks, you sometimes can forget about the smog covered skies, the fast moving cars, the towering sky scrapers, the dependency and overwhelming takeover of electronics, and the hustle bustle of the human rat race. This little patch of land can take you places that the city can’t. Parks can give you a moment away form all of this chaos, reminding you about how the world may once use to be. I am so glad to live in a city where the presence of greenery is appreciated. Some cities are constantly enveloped in the bleak darkness of the colour grey. However, in Vancouver, the need of greenery is recognized. This city is of course still expanding and its towers are reaching new heights like many other cities, but we still have the colour green in our description and view. Some people may not realize what they have with living in Vancouver, but I know I certainly do. I appreciate its greenery and our growing care of the environment. Slowly the world is realizing its shockingly dangerous situation and doing great things about it. I hope that soon our whole world will realize our mistakes before it’s too late. The sweeping colour of grey is no casual matter.