I'm at the corner of Lenton Campbell on the city's north side.

In front of me is a large field house.

This is Indian Boundary Park.

It's kind of an urban oasis, surrounded by European-inspired apartment complexes.

Everyone I bump into at the park says they love it here, including a woman named Pink.

It's just very peaceful, the scenery, it's a big park, very spacious, safe, you know.

Pink comes to the park to walk her Yorkie, Sasha.

Other people are relaxing along the pond adorned with milkweed pods going to

seed. On the other side, kids are running around the large wooden playground.

Curious city listener, Amy Lurio, says she made good childhood memories here. She grew up on the

south side of Evanston

and would come here with her dad and siblings.

For a kid, it's like an amazing playground.

I do have some clear memories

about crawling up in those little wooden spires

and imagining how high I was.

And going back there every now and again, even as an adult.

And it just brings up all these childhood memories.

While Amy thinks back fondly about the park, as an adult, she started to wonder about the name.

Why is it called Indian Boundary Park?

I'm not sure who told me once upon time that, yeah, Indian Boundary was named because it was the boundary where the Native Americans couldn't cross.

That's all I heard about it.

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