Ferry Park

A Day in the Life


I drive my stroller really fast  up to sixth Ave. Mama has to run to keep up with me. I see a squirrel but no kitty cats. Where kitty cat go? Mama says maybe we will see one soon but we don’t ever see one.


On the way home I find this park. It is Ferry Park and it is the oldest park in Tacoma. I climb up and down. Wet wet slide. Go down. I don’t go down. No.

I am balancing on the rim around the park. Jump down. Run down the hill! Get back up. Help. Help please Mama.

We look at the pictures of the children protecting the park with signs and playing in a pool long ago. A guy picks up trash. I help. Then I get in my stroller and drive back to the white house.


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