I grew up in a city, not the country.I didn’t have open spaces and horses and cows. BUT I did have the 155 acres of green grass, gardens, lakes and playgrounds of Washington Park. The park was one block east of my home and by 5 th or 6 th grade my friends and I could go there without adult supervision. There was the ditch—water brought in from the South Platte River to fill the three lakes—and those lakes and two large tennis courts and a playground and the boat house on the north lake—and the island in the south lake. I walked through the park to go to youth group at Washington Park Community Methodist Church. I learned to jump across the ditch, I took tennis lessons, I climbed trees. It was a real freedom and so much fun. Much has changed since I moved out of that house one block west of the park to attend college at the University of Colorado in Boulder and then onto marriage to John and establishing our own home But this week we took l