One of the things we miss most as a family in the states is a park. We loved going to parks back home. Whether we are playing laying tag on the jungle gyms, hide and go seek or "I bet you can't" there is nothing like a good 'ole fun park. In Zambia, there is no park. Now, I know it is tough to feel sorry for me when our parks are filled with lions and giraffe and zebras. But, to be fair, they aren't exactly down the street. So, like the kids in the compounds remarkably do, they make do. In these poor areas, you won't find an x-box or barbies, but you will learn how many ways a rubber band, wire, broken wood and rocks can be used for fun, long-lasting entertainment. Well, when you are in Zambia, you do as the Zambians do. So, we have created our own park. Just down the street there is a round corner where there is a pile of white rocks, a pile of dirt, and a perfect corner to watch the girls ride their bikes and scooters from both directions. Julia loves the white rocks. I play this game where I try and throw rocks into the open top post. Kamryn likes to do the trapeze thing and cross the moat! Bradyn is a bit of a daredevil on the bike. Rhoda wants to dig to America. And then across the street, their are building some townhouses so they have some huge dirt piles that the kids get to play in. Who knew a dirt pile could brings such joy. King of the mountain, sliding, "I am the queen" game and much, much more. Lastly, there is a drainage thing across the street where jumping, sand castle building and sliding down the moat are the game for par. So, as you can see, who needs a park when you have dirt, rocks, and metal poles?