Personal Narrative: Naia's Place In The Park

The park looks like a long forgotten town in the middle of a busy neighborhood. Trash lines the chain link fencing that surrounds the area. The empty swings sway in the breeze and stagnant tennis balls line the tennis courts. She opens her car door and exits her government issued vehicle. It is hard to believe that just a few days ago they had received the call that little Candra Wade had been abducted at this very park. Though Naia was not new on the job, she was certainly new to the missing child unit. She had worked her way up from road patrol and was finally engaged in a part of the job that corresponded with her reason for joining the Sheriff 's Department in the first place; children. Though Naia had no children of her own, at least no children that she had any legal responsibility to, she had many reasons to want to protect the children in this city. Reasons that she had never been able to disclose to anyone. Reasons that most likely would make her position as a Sheriff 's Deputy a distant memory if they were to escape the locked box in her mind. Her drive and ambition spawned from a horrible event that occurred when she was herself a child. Though it was something that she could never take back, she felt that by her service that

Rocks that had been placed there years ago for the sole purpose of keeping people from driving into the park 's field and tearing up the natural green turf to the west side. Naia looked around the park, east to west, quickly scanning the small, neighborhood park 's landscape to ensure that no one was lurking in the cluster of trees that lined the park 's perimeter fencing. Nothing stirred except the fronds of the palm trees, the shaking needles of the pines, and the garbage left by families who did not care to throw their trash into the clearly marked trash bins throughout the