Bryan’s Ramblings

Few places house as many childhood memories as a local community park. Of course, a childhood home, a school, and perhaps a grandparent’s house would likely top the list. However, a community park is a close second for sure. For me, that place is Borchard Park, spanning my life from my early youth until this very day. I’m proud of almost everything I did there (soccer, baseball, basketball, summer camp and other various activities) and only slightly ashamed of a few things that happened there from my more adolescent years (like playing Magic the Gathering and making out with girls).

My earliest memory of Borchard Park consists of being taken with my mom to her Jazzercise classes and being dumped into a room full of children and a couple of semi-clueless supervisors tasked with watching all of us little pistols while our moms jumped around to various 80s songs. I actually can’t even recall if my sister was with me, though I think she was. I do distinctly remember playing the same thing every time: spaceship. The pine tree in the corner of the fenced in outside area became my personal spaceship and I remember bossing other younger kids around as my crew. Even then I was an egotistical prick.

Later on I remember numerous summer camps there where we played games like “Capture the Flag” or “Kickball”. There were a ton of very creative, great games and a share of fun friends as well as utterly annoying kids. Still, it was a fun time. I remember the preschool-like classroom where we would often have a break, eat a snack, and listen to a story or something. That part of the park defines that “era” of Borchard to me.

Let’s not forget the “playground” there either. The great metal slides and monkey bars have been long since replaced by lame plastic tubes and ropes, but I remember every piece of it as if I played on it every single day. I can’t even name all the kids I played with on those things.

Of course, I soon graduated from kiddie stuff to heavy duty recreation like youth soccer and basketball. I was pretty bad at sports. Regardless, most of the games happened at Borchard. The soccer field is so engrained in me that I have a hard time thinking back to my pee-wee soccer days when we played elsewhere. With basketball, I hardly remember when we moved to playing at the high school. To me, Borchard was the place. While I never did play baseball there (that was at the junior high school), my sister had many softball games there, and I kept score at virtually all of them. I remember many sunflower seeds and Ring Pops during those games, as well as red pencils, screaming parents and crazy umpires. Ah, memories.

Finally, I’ve come full circle to be playing softball on those same fields myself, this time with my co-workers. Being there is such a trip. That place holds so much of my childhood that it is very strange to be there as an adult, seeing as how much has changed there. (The Oaks Mall is another place that comes to mind as far as great change over the years.) Maybe one day my own kids will build memories there, or at some other ever-changing park. For now, though, I’ll just continue the tradition and enjoy softball as long as I can.