The park. . . It was one of Luna's favorite places. Luna remembered as a child loving to go down the slides and playing on the swings. Luna would walk around the park, looking at the swings remembering her father pushing her on the swing, teaching her how to get way up high. She then looked towards the slide. Where she and her friends would run around and run up the steps to the slide and then go down as fast as possible.
Luna sat down on one of the benches. She watched the little kids play on the swings, and go down the slide and playing in the sand box. She observed the mothers watching their kids play, quick to react if any of them got hurt. Luna didn't know what Jayson's childhood was like since he was taken away when they were little. But she hoped that he had good memories like she did, and that they would forever live on.