Share Your SMP Story

Summit Metro Parks has been a constant in the Summit County community for a century and we want to hear from YOU about how the parks have played a role in your life.

Here are some ideas to get the ball rolling…

  • What is your most meaningful memory from the Metro Parks?
  • Do you have a Summit Metro Parks love or friendship story?
  • Was Summit Metro Parks a part of your childhood, or is it part of your family life now?
  • How are the Metro Parks part of your routine?

Still not sure what to tell us? Check out a sample story. You can either write yours below, or call and leave a message at 330-281-4502. If you have photos to accompany your story, please include them as attachments!

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    Sample Story

    Mark Lauffler and FamilyOne of the things we did as a family living in Northampton that brought us great joy, and fostered a love of both nature and where we lived, was participating in the Akron Metropolitan Parks (now Summit Metro Parks) Fall Hiking Spree… My dad didn’t participate, but my mom, grandma (who lived with us all my life until she died in the late ‘70s) and we three kids did it for years. It was good for us—exercise, fresh air, educational—and despite all of that, my sister, brother and I loved it! Never once did a single one of us complain that—“Aw, Mom!”—we had to go on a hike. When it was time to go, we were like dogs rushing to the car to go for a ride.

    Young man standing next to park signFast-forward, many years later, to August, 2014: I returned to Ohio for my Woodridge Class of 1974 reunion. While visiting with my mom and my brother in Stow, I mentioned to them that I drove around the Valley like I always do when I come home.

    I told Mom and Kurt how all of that made me think of those hikes we went on some 45 years ago.

    “I wish I still had my staff,” I said. My brother left the room and returned with his old hiking staff, emblazoned with shields, and I almost cried. I closed my eyes, and, again, in my mind, like some kind of time machine, I was deep in the forest of my youth — kicking through the leaves again.”

    —Mark Lauffer, former Summit County resident

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