Isolated behind a thick forestation, part of Gage Park in Brampton, was a playground. A hidden playground: the one enters it are forever lost. Part of a different dimension, it was created by the brain waves of the isolated, rejected ones. As the hidden screams and anguish created strong brain waves, a hole was ripped in our universe, creating a gateway into another dimension. As the rejected ones, unknowingly, strayed into the park, they would become part of this other dimension where old became young and played games forever. It was a beautiful yet lonely world. Eventually they would all get bored and would want to move out of the park. But there was no way out. They were trapped forever. Doomed in this childhood, doomed in this innocence; forever Doomed. I wonder why they would want to come out of this lonely dimension, anyways. They were rejected outside anyways. It was because they wanted to be free again, to enjoy other parts of that lonely world of theirs. Yes, it was painful there but there was always hope. Hope!

Natasha was in a coma. She was hospitalized in the William Osler Health Care Centre. During the coma, her soul would travel outside, seeking avenues of personal expression. She would wander down the hospital corridors, out of the hospital, into the lives of ordinary people. Everything around her was full of life but she was alone, by herself, unable to touch, taste, smell eat, love, smile. It was a lonely world.

So she ventured on and on and came upon Gage Park. She walked and walked and came upon the thick forestation. “Wonder what’s behind it?” She questioned aloud. Her inquisitive soul ventured carefully into the playground.  And there for the first time, she was able to converse with humans, touch, play, smile, cry, etc. Every day, her soul would visit that place. After talking to the people there, she found out how they were trapped in this place. How their tortured souls tried finding solace in this isolated area and were trapped forever. A bitter sweet paradox!

So, how do I bring them out? She wondered. If hateful memories pushed them into this different dimension, perhaps beautiful memories would bring them out. So Natasha’s soul talked to every one trapped inside, then it would go out roaming in the places they have resided, people they have met, making mental notes of at least one wonderful piece of memory/artificat for each one of her trapped friends. She waited ten years to come out of the coma. Once fully alive again, she physically visited the Gage Park. Venturing behind the forestation, she boldly stepped into the hidden park, the one in the third dimension. She kissed the kids and placed the pieces collected their hands. And voila! genuine smiles spread across their faces as they  held that One, just One, piece of artificat in their hands. For yes, now they remembered one wonderful memory, that was sufficient to break the spell along with Natasha’s pure love.