Our College Hill neighborhood school, Pleasant Hill Academy, was one of the Cincinnati Public Schools to receive money to build an outdoor environment where students can be hands-on while learning about nature. The chosen site was in the park at the end of our street. We had been watching its development since early Fall, so eager to see it all come together. It was extra special for the neighborhood children who may not have a yard or regular access to parks and nature. The log bridges, bird watching station, huge rocks to rest on, and the waterfall and creek make you forget for a moment that you are in urban Cincinnati. After dinner this evening, I asked my husband, Chris, to take our dog, Tucker and walk down to the park with me. Today was the day they turned the water feature on. Tucker immediately began tromping through the flowing creek, leaving watery paw prints behind on the staggered rocks. He waded through the high grass, found sticks for us to throw, and lapped up some of th
My son, Holden, strapped his GoPro to our dog, Tucker, and we let him run around the park. We joked about the lame footage that would be on the camera once we reviewed it: Tucker biting at my son's bike tires and eating clumps of snow. When we got to the top of the hill, a young boy seemed to appear out of nowhere. He called out to us, asking if Tucker was a German Shepherd. I asked if he wanted to meet him. He quickly said yes and ran over to us. As he got closer, I noticed that he was just wearing tennis shoes and the snow was already thickly caked onto his laces. On his upper body, he simply wore a thin rain jacket and a puffy vest. When he removed his hands from his pockets he wasn't wearing any gloves. He asked to throw Tucker's snowy ball anyway. The icy ball stung his fingers and he shook them for the warmth to return. I asked him where his gloves were. He said his mom still needed to buy him some. He said he just keeps his hands in his pockets. I asked