I want to go to the Green Park

Although it was not raining, the day was cold and the clouds were obstructing the sunrays. But that had always been his favorite weather. The little boy was sitting on the back seat of his father's car, looking through the window with blue eyes and a mind full of thoughts that were not exactly suitable for his age. He did not even remember the destination of the car, probably because he didn't really care about it.

The little philosopher was observing the trees and the light poles passing by, seeing the city he knew so well when suddenly, he saw it. He saw the Green Park. The child was amazed by the bright lights of the enormous rides that rose inside the fences. The dazzling combination of colors caught his eyes and the boy leaned forward, touching the glass with his nose. In that moment, the world just stopped spinning, he could not hear nor see anything else, mesmerised by the fascinating structure of the park, the little boy could just think of one thing: "I want to go to the green park".

His thought was so strong that he even whispered those words, blurring the window in front of his mouth with the hot air that came out as he spoke. The car kept on moving and the Green Park was left behind, as it became farther and smaller, the feelings dwelling inside the boy grew stronger, but they were too many: disappointment, for he knew they were not visiting the Park on that day. Hopefulness, for he believed that he would go there someday. And even a certain dosage of fear, because he was still too young to be brave enough to go on the largest rides, like the thrilling roller coaster at the center of the Park.

As the dreamland went out of sight, he still kept his face close to the window, twisting his neck as if this could make him see it again. Only a few seconds later he got away from the glass and returned to his position on the back seat, looking at his own knees, bewildered by the vision. His father took a quick glance at his offspring and noticed the strange silence, so he asked: "What is wrong, my son?" The little boy took a while to realize he had been asked a question, so full of thoughts his mind was. He stared at his father for a brief moment and then answered: "Nothing."

He had never been a very good liar, but his father did not seem preoccupied, for he did not ask again.

But the mind of the the child had now a clear image imprinted on it. The lights of the Green Park were dancing in his thoughts... "I want to go to the Green Park" The little philosopher said again to himself, still not realizing how loud he was pronouncing his wish. He looked again to the street, but there were only gray buildings and trees, the same tedious vision he was used to have of the city. Little did he know that from that day on he would dream and daydream about the Green Park and its fascinating rides, he would make several drawings and write countless poems just imagining how fun and unforgettable it would be to spend a day there.

But, as you know, conceiving dreams is just a philosopher's specialty. So the image he created of that park that day was so clear and full of detail that sometimes, he would be swept off his feet just by thinking of it. Of course he would eventually see the Green Park again, each and every time he put his eyes upon the magical place, the effect would be almost the same, he would get speechless for a moment, his mouth would open and but no sound would come out. No sound, except one. A small sentence that would be whispered many times for many years, that would be heard by many friends and known by many people. A small sentence that could perfectly translate all the feelings that the vision of the Park aroused on him:

"I want to go to the Green Park."