Where the Magic Happens.
When Brooklyn transplants wonder aloud how native New Yorkers can stomach a childhood without access to nature and fresh air, we retort that backyards and neighborhood parks (like the ones they so enthusiastically bombard for summer concerts) are filled with memories of grandparents and barbecues, birthday parties and piñatas, roller skating (across the smooth bandshell surface) and hot cocoa breaks (at Prospect Park's Wollman Rink). Those measly 4x4 patches of backyard grass have staged many-a-choreographed dances to Dirty Dancing's Greatest Hits, provided muse to young siblings videotaping Garden Adventures with their film-maker Uncle, and soaked up the water from aqua-blue baby pools where first (and last) swim strokes were introduced. Enjoy!
[Photo Credit: My Dad, circa 1980's.]
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