A special place that I would like to share with a friend is Sam A. Baker State Park. Deep in the heart of Missouri, after an hour of driving off from the highway, there’s a small road that meanders into the woods. Around this time, the children in the back of the car, who had been drifting off in the summer heat, perk up and grow rambunctious. Shortly after turning onto the road, which takes metaphorical ages for the children, the car passes an old wooden welcome sign that says “Sam A. Baker State Park”. This is a distinctive place for my family and it shares the memories and sentimental value of common hereditary history. It is a gorgeous state park with rivers, creeks, woodlands, and hills.…