The sun looked beautiful as it was setting filled with orange, red, and yellow hues. Attendance at the park was at its peak for the day and there were many different things going on simultaneously. I soon faced a great challenge “parking my vehicle." The children at the playground, the youth football practice, and the food vendors made the park a captivating scene. I discovered that the park is no longer simply a place that enables parents to connect and disconnect with their children, but also a place for business opportunities. Immediately, I was greeted by a big and brightly colored structure: the playground. There were four swings that looked worn out. They were a faded black and the rubber was cracked. There were two slides, a big one that was yellow and it wound around. The second slide was much smaller; it did not wind, and it was red. There were monkey bars and a small, yellow enclosed tube in which the kids were able to enjoy as they crawled through. There was a great diversity of children playing at the playground. They were aged between one and nine years old and they were of Hispanic, African American, Asian, and Caucasian heritage. I noticed there was a lack of parents at the playground. As a result, most of the children were there with no adult supervision. One parent caught my attention as he actively played with his son. He was the only father there. He was an African American, wearing a black t-shirt, dark navy shorts and black Converse shoes. He was tall, slim and bald. His son was around three years old, dressed in green army shorts, a white t-shirt, wearing black converse shoes as well and was a bit overweight. I heard his father call his name; it was Jacob. His dad attentively watched every step he took, and helped him up the rusty monkey bars. He chased him a couple times around the playground. The little boy was filled with laughter as his father chased him, and would call him "daddy" or "papa." At one point, Jacob was playing