The Northridge rec center in Highlands Ranch was a couple of miles (it felt like more) away from our house along the park path. My sister and I would cycle along the path to the center to go swimming or for one of the many out of school workshops. It would feel like we were on the path for hours, and would pretend that no one had been along the path for years (even though there were children’s toys abandoned very recently, and houses within a few feet of the path). At the rec center, we would have lots of fun swimming, playing sports, and even doing some arts and crafts. By the time we were due to go home, we were often so tired that we would have to phone our mom to come and pick us up in the car – the long treck home was too much to bear.