"A sense of place is the sixth sense, an internal compass and map made by memory and spatial perception together.” —Rebecca Solnit
Westfield, New Jersey
My bike rattles beneath me as a ride over roots, rocks and dirt. I hear my friends close behind but then focus my attention back to the woods. Tamaques, the park next to my house is one of my favorite places to be in my hometown. I can go into the woods and suddenly feel like a kid again. For an entire summer my friends and I spent almost everyday riding our bikes along every path there was and hiking every inch of land. When we were in the woods we didn’t have to think about anything else and could just enjoy the summer. We would get lost both figuratively and literally.
Tamaques Park is one of the many parks in my town. It’s a way to escape from the myriad of houses and buildings of Westfield New Jersey. It brings the entire community together as a place to enjoy nature and what our town used to be before it became a typical suburb. It’s the home of sports teams, day camps, and lemonade stands. When I think of home, I automatically think about the park I grew up in. It’s my second home and my favorite place in Westfield. There’s a place for everyone in the park. Whether it’s running along the paved road, playing on the playgrounds or playing a game on the fields. Just by walking in the park you feel an automatic sense of home.
On occasion I go back into the woods and try to get lost in them like I did when I was younger, but now it seems so small. I wonder how I ever got lost in the first place. Even though I cant get lost like I did when I was younger, still today going into the woods of Tamaques Park makes me feel very connected to my home of Westfield New Jersey. It brings back the memories of my childhood and immediately makes me feel like I’m home.