The Perfect Place (180)

There is a place that comes to my mind when I hear the word "park".  When I was seven years old my mom used to take me to a park that was three blocks away from my school. I will never forget the feeling of happiness I always got every time I ran around its beautiful trees and meandered through its perfectly shaped roads. A part of my city where the ocean and the land joined  in to most magnificent way to create that perfect smell of wild nature, away from all the pollution and the busy lifestyle in the city. It wasn’t only after playing not stop with my friends, counting the butterflies and tasting the wild berries from the hidden bushes on the north side of the park that my body would finally surrender to the physical stress and fell sleep under the refreshing shade of a gigantic Ceiba tree. I still go and visit the park when I go to Cuba every year. I will never forget such place that brought so much happiness to my life.