I get out of the bar in the ice arena and walk through it and step outside into a nice warm Saturday afternoon, the very first one of the spring, and I hear the sound of kids yelling and look off, and I can see a distant hillside park with tons of (young) (black) kids swarming around on playground equipment, and running up the hill to this bright orange plastic slide and sliding down, and it's just one big bustle of energy and happiness.
It's in what's called a bad neighborhood, too, so it was nice to see such a great park that must be so loved by residents.
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