Until I was the age of 12, I grew up in the West Rogers Park neighborhood of Chicago, the same neighborhood where my dad grew up. I have a lot of good memories from there. Growing up in Chicago, hanging out and playing in the parks was a way of life. I visited the Lunt Street playground and Indian Boundary Park when I was back in Chicago last week. I spent hours and hours at those two places as a child. I remember as a child hearing that the Lunt Playground was once the location of a neighborhood jail. And the photo of the pond at Indian Boundary park shows the place where my dad as a child fell through the ice during winter while ice skating and almost drowned until someone pulled him out.
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