A Walk In The Park

       Around the young age of fourteen I lived on east 31st street with my Mother, Grandmother, Uncle, and older cousins. We never exactly saw eye-to-eye. Every once in a while there would be an altercation that resulted in an unsettled domestic environment, but I remember there was time I had reached my boiling point. After arguing with my oldest cousin over an ( now) insignificant issue I stormed out my house ( obviously angry, because my street was not one you could walk down scowling) with my headphones blasting a new mix-tape I had downloaded minutes before the altercation. I intended to just clear my head, but I discovered the song that would always have a place in my iPod.

       Continuing on my power-walk, I passed the park my sister, and I would play at as children back when my father lived with us.  Ironically, there were a pair of kids (a big sister, and little brother) playing with what appeared to be their mother as if the cycle of life had replaced my sister, and I with new young spirits. Seeing these children have fun on the very playground I did as a child drove me to go sit on the swing set my sister had pushed me on all those years ago. In the midst of me just relaxing, it was as if Raven ( my big sister ) was there actually pushing me on the swing, and I could hear her telling me to "Pump my legs".  Before I knew it I was in the air, however nothing could bring me out of the rage I was in until I heard the song "The Prayer" by (then) Kid Cudi. Before I knew it I was walking home with a new outlook of my situation, it was then that I understood that one day when I walk away it would be for good just as my sister did when she embarked on her own journey.

       The children acted as a sign placing the object in my mind of my sister, and I playing together. The iconic mother played a role as well barring the task of playing with "the kids" as my father did for Raven, and I. Without the family in the park I possibly wouldn't have had the proper framing to experience the interpretant of going to take a seat on those very grounds. The indexical experience of that childhood memory was brought about by actually seeing kids, and the playground simultaneously. Below you'll find the song that drove me on this walk in the park. Thanks for Reading!