Memory #1

One day, I went for a walk with my mom and my younger sister. We stopped in a park with tall Eucalyptus trees. We sat on a log, and we helped my sister write a poem. It was evening, and before we went home, we ran through a giant drain tunnel in the dark. We waved sticks in front of us so that we would not step on snakes or homeless men. I felt really included by my family that day.