September 21, 2015 - 16:28
Surrounded by apartments of fifteen stories everywhere, finding somewhere to play was always a difficult task for my friends, my brother and me. There was seldom a park around to play, but lined spaces for cars to park. But my friends and I, at the age of seven, and my brother at five, always made our journey fruitful using our infinite range of imagination.
We used lined-rectangular spaces in parking lots as each of our home and started to build inside. I brought plastic cups from my house to invite my neighbors for tea. One of my friends brought flowers for decoration to put them at the entrance. Some of the boys brought their toys and made their space as a toy store, where they could proudly exhibit their toys and share them at the end to play together. Even though it looked like we were playing in a dull and dark concrete-made parking lots, in our perspective, the parking lots could have never been more flourished with laughter and excitement over making our own little spaces that we had ever dreamed of.