As you make your way through the winding path of the nature trails, you start to notice a sound. Maybe the sound of several horns being blown simultaneously? As you walk further down the trail you notice the sound is getting louder. You come to a part of the trail that opens up. You see a pond just beyond a small grassy pasture. The sound must be the ducks on the other side of the pond. You then realize you have come to a park.
             This park has many things to take in but you trail slowly through as if on a tour. When you approach the pond you are on a small bridge with a rail running alongside the edge of the pond. Looking into the water you notice tiny minnows scurrying about in the water. They are unsure of weather to swim away for safety or stay for the hopes of a few crumbs thrown in the water for their meal. Remembering the sandwich in your pocket you brought for lunch, you toss in a few pieces for the hungry fish. Across the pond the ducks take notice of this kindness and soon swim over to enjoy the lunch. As they reach closer you forget about the tiny minnows and begin feeding the ducks. They seem so starved, fighting each other for the closest position in the water. It seems as though the ducks are getting louder with each piece thrown in the water. You have soon run out of food for the birds. As they tire of you, they start to dunk their heads into the water and then bring them back up to drink the water in their beaks. The pond shaking from the waves the ducks make as they drink. You look around to see the other people. Some of them have a barbeque; the smell of sweet mesquite in the smoke is delicious. You can almost taste the meat. The smell reminds you of when you were small and your family would come to the park with your own barbeque. You hear a squeaking sound from beyond the pits and look to see some children swinging in the playground. The wind whipping through their hair as if they were going 100 mph on the swing, be...