As a child about fifteen years ago in Johannesburg’s northern suburbs, I remember driving past an ostrich farm on the way from my house to the grocery store in the evening, and craning my neck to count how many ostriches I could see. Today, when I drive from my very same house to that very same grocery store, the street that was surrounded by the farm is now closed in by townhouses and apartment blocks, and there is not an ostrich in sight.
As a child, I also remember spending time in the park, be it tossing a rock, kicking a ball, or just going for a walk with my parents. I dread the day when that park exists no longer, being replaced by townhouses and complexes and brick walls and satellite dishes. Walking through the parks near my house, I saw what people are still using parks for, and why they are still relevant in today’s world:
However, our parks tend to be severely underused, considering the privilege that they are.