Tatum's Landing had three parks, odd seeing how the town had less then a thousand people living in it. One was in the main square, with a play structure and some benches, the usual. One was where the town was supposed to hold it's fundraisers, concerts, or any other big events that never happened. The last was my park. Now, it had a name and someone else knew about it. but I secretly just called it my park. You could only get there by walking through the alley next to the apartment building my dad and I lived in. It was a small grassy area in the back, with a single rusted swing. In the spring, dandelions shoot up, making a carpet of seeds. A