Favorite Childhood Place

MaiNou Vang
Ms. Peifer
Creative Writing Hr. 3
12 February 2009

Indian Mounds Park was the perfect escape for me. With its’ mesmerizing scenery of the beautiful town I live in, and with its’ mysterious history that I didn’t know much about, I was soon fond of relaxing at Indian Mounds.

Usually on a regular visit to Indian Mounds, I would go with my older sister in her Camry. Often, we visited the park at night. We waited until night fell so as we arrive to the park, the lights of downtown St. Paul/Minneapolis would bloom into life. The flow of the Mississippi River would be present beneath our eyes. But something else is alive at Indian Mounds, the starts, the moon, the night.

Breathing in the cool, night air smelled refreshing. I could smell cold and a subtle distance of grass; I loved it. Sometimes when I ran outside, in the open scene of a platform, I could smell my shampooed hair flying away from my face.

The sight was another story in itself. How the lights of downtown came to life was the perfect dream. It glowed in my eyes as I sank it into my memory. I want to remember Indian Mounds this beautiful. As the stars lay above me blinking and twinkling along with the streetlights, I open my eyes, never wanting to forget.