When I was a kid, we went to the hospital a lot. My mom had some health issues, and on these hospital visits my dad would take me, my brother, and my sister to the top of the parking deck to run around and look out and otherwise pass the time. It’s not something you’d think would be magical — a parking deck — but for whatever reason, it was. And it still is.
To this day, I enjoy the tops of parking decks. And I park at the top of them all the time — much to the dismay of my closest friends and loved ones.