A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of,Once occupied by the shouts and giggles of children, a field of broken playground equipment and toppled trees rests in dissatisfied pieces. Like many of our own childhood dreams, Phillip Marx Central Park was razed completely by accident. A miscommunication between government and corporation led wrecking balls and bulldozers to the wrong place. Children were ushered our of the park and yellow caution tape was erected with little hassle. An angry foreman with his yellow hard hat pulled low over his forehead chewed his cigar and wondered why a wonderful and well-established park was marked for destruction. Aware that it was not his place to question, he threw his cigar to the ground, squashed it, and shouted for things to get going. Sadly, but with no hesitation, machine operators went to work and smashed and crushed and upended till nothing was left standing.
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The ruckus drew the attention of most the neighborhood and the nearby police department.
Once the dust settled, and disputing parties were assuaged the machinery was cleared out and Tehachapi was left to look at the sad remains of a once pleasant and cheerful place.
Once so solid, now irreparably broken. No matter the next course of action, Phillip Marx Central Park will never be the same. Old memories are erased, and satisfying strolls must occur elsewhere.
Thankfully, a new park will be built in its place, and new reminiscences will be created and shared with future children. Though the adult generation will surely never view the redone Central Park with the same amount of appreciation as the old, their opinions don't really matter as it's not being built for them.