Park

I am sitting in a park just off Ambaum, it has been raining and I can see the ocean through the firs. Water drips off of the branches into a birdbath, catching the sun and my eye.
Nearby three boys, around twelve years old each, gather around a computer behind me, reseaching other parks to go to. They ask me what my favorite park was when I was their age, and I think. I tell them about Lincold park, Seahurst, and Discovery park, but obviously they already know about those. I think harder and can almost remember my very favorite park, but I cannot remember what made it so amazing, or where it was.

Why fly when you could hop?

I was on a class field trip to go camping in a forest. I had already scouted out the location, and I knew that if I didn't get to the front of the line I would miss the best campsites, so I forged an alliance with a very tall boy with mad hopping skillz. We hopped from one branch of the steep zigzagging trail to the next with ease, but nearly slipped down several times due to the heavy downpour. Fearing we would fly off the steep wall of the ravine and into space, I used my tiny invisible wings to control our movement. I wondered what the purpose of having such tiny invisible wings might be, and decided I was actually a semi-visible tiger-dragon.
We got to the bottom of the path, but I realized that the best campsites were actually in the middle because the bottom ones were actually sloping into the river. By then it was too late to claim any of the good ones, so my slightly amphibious friend and I hopped/flew to a red auditorium where we were to watch an educational film instead.