"And if you're partial to the night sky
If you're vaguely attracted to rooftops..."
If you're vaguely attracted to rooftops..."
He almost always took us to the small, quiet downtown district of the city, where we would start the night climbing over a small fence into one of the raddest playgrounds ever. There was a replica of the Eiffel Tower to climb on and "turtle shell" swings. A security camera was in place to ward off hooligans because if you got in sight of it a booming voice would say "censor." Nothing would ever happen. When we would get bored with that, we would walk towards the well-lit Lake Mirror and follow a portion of the path to the downtown strip. From here we would either wander the streets or find random benches or ledges to sit on when we got tired of walking. However, most of the time he would climb onto buildings' rooftops (lovingly called Building Climbing). Sometimes I would also be able to (I lack upper body strength in every way) and those were my favorite moments.