A tennis court and a group of trees stand as a boundary between the playground and the park. A swimming pool sits in the middle of a bustling community with the breathtaking army of green at its right hand separated by a chubby road, and a narrow pavement on its left. Trees tower to its north, where there are parking spaces. On windy days, you can hear the rustling of the leaves. Felled branches and tree trunks make up most of the area in its rear. If you continue in that direction, you will bump into the border of trees and tennis court, which are both situated in a lush forest of grasses, with another narrow pavement separating it from the sea of green. The playground sits on the boundaries' other side. This is Balboa Park, in San Francisco, California.

The meadow on the pool's right is a setting for many activities, including soccer. Frequently, I see novice soccer players training and practicing, not only in their level of skills, but their teamwork. Their concentration and dedication is indescribable. No matter how many times they trip, they always pick themselves up. I can almost imagine the GGGOOOAAALLLs of the announcer. On sunny days, picnics are held and vigorous dogs are thrown Frisbees to catch. Other, more languid dogs just amble with their owners, lagging behind to just catch a glimpse of their younger, more vigorous selves. I can hear the owners' disgruntled mumbles as they pick up their dogs' waste.

The tennis court is a filled with gaiety and mirth, and although often the losers are the same people, they are not sad, but rather happy that they worked hard and garnered a little more experience. Even the sorest loser will come out with a smile on his face, even if he lost. Happiness does not come easily though. Deluges of perspiration soak the rubber mat, and one cannot help but notice the putrid smell.

The swimming pool, like a palace, sits in the middle of the park. I can almost imagine the cavalry of the meadow and the giants of the parking lot. The exterior seems polished and magnificent, but the interior is the opposite. The metal lockers are rusting and the grounds are littered with dirty water. The pool itself is Olympic sized and is fairly sanitary.

The playground is fairly big, just a couple of square feet short of the area of the park. It includes six swings situated on some sand, which are surrounded by grass, and takes up half of the playground. There are monkey bars, poles that you can climb, and a typical wooden structure that contians a slide and a creaky-bridge, which is also on some sand, which is surrounded by a paved, circular road. The happy smiles, the floods of sweat, and the squeals of little babies all characterize this community.