One public place that is very personal to me is the park by my Grandpa's old house in St. Cloud, Minnesota, Pantown Park. I would see my Grandpa probably twice a year when I was little. We would make the long six hour haul to Minnesota and I would beg my dad to take me the minute we got there. It was a lot different than my park back home. It had long bridges and rocks to climb on. Also, across the field, which seemed like a mile, there was another playground which had tons of slides. I remember playing hot lova with my sister and I even remember this one time that we played with a kid whose four front teeth were silver. He was born that way. Just kidding, I think he wiped out on his mountain bike or something. Regardless, going to the park was one of the only child-centered activities when we visited. There wasn't really a lot of things to do as a kid. Mainly, everyone just watched television, and i would get restless. I liked playing with my action figures, drawing, and bothering relatives. But other than that it was playing in my Grandpa's tiny back yard or going to the park. Since the death of my Grandpa, five years ago, I haven't been to this park, let alone St. Cloud. Being gone for so long makes the park seem even more special.
In the picture you can see the upper left hand corner. That is where we would start. And the other park, which is a billion miles away was in the lower right hand corner. It looks like it's been torn down by now.
The coordinates are: Latitude-45°34'5.95"N, Longitude-94°11'37.26"W
