My son and I used to play basketball on this court near our apartment. I found an old basketball in the trash, cleaned it, and pumped it up. We had a great time shooting baskets and playing "Horse". My son was about 7 or 8 at the time. Two teenagers challenged us to a game one day thinking they'd wipe us off the court. Donald, my son, was always a good player, even when he was very young. We beat those two boys fair and square and Donald scored at least half our points. We'll both never forget it. I rode by bike past that same park for the first time in many years on Sunday.