One day in
the Winter of 2014, my mom and I decided to take a walk at Inniswood Metro
Gardens to enjoy the deep
snow on the ground. My mom had broken
her wrist several weeks before and couldn't drive, so my dad drove us over and
dropped us off. We walked around until
the park was almost ready to close and then we waited near the parking lot for
my dad to come. We soon saw the park ranger
drive by in his pickup truck.
"You
know, I think the ranger may have locked the gate," said my mom. We walked a considerable distance out to the park
gate and found it shut up tight! The
ranger had checked for cars in the parking lot before he locked the gate, and
our van wasn't there because my dad had dropped us off. We had already been out for about an hour and
were getting quite cold.
My mom had
a cell phone with her, which we used to
call my dad. Then we checked the fences
to see if we could climb over them. There wasn't any chance of that at all because
the fences were 10 feet high, and because we were in big boots and snow pants
which would have made it even harder to climb.
We also checked to see if we could squeeze under the gate. That was impossible as well because there was
very little space under it. My mom began
looking for emergency phone numbers in a park magazine we had picked up
earlier. We thought we were going to
have to call the park ranger to unlock the gate and let us out of the
park.
When my dad
arrived, he didn't know what to do, so we prayed to God for help. Then my dad noticed a fairly large opening
between a 6 foot high stone pillar and the black wrought iron scrollwork. He thought that it might be big enough for us
to crawl through. We succeeded in climbing
up onto the pillar and through the opening to get out of the park. This was a very suspenseful experience for my
mom and me. Now it makes a good
story. Here is a picture of the opening
we used to climb out. The arrow shows
where the hole is:
Here is a close-up of the hole:
I hope you enjoyed my story
- D.E. Frangipani
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