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A memory


            
             When I first came here, someone told me there are no special places in Richardson. But I found a place that I am willing to go during my spare time. It is Breckinridge Park. It is a happy and relaxed place.
             It was a beautiful weekend when we went to Breckinridge Park. Lying soft grasses and Breathing the fresh air, we saw that a few white clouds were floating on the blue sky. The sun was shining. The birds were singing in the trees. The breeze wind was blowing lightly on our face. Because it was the end of autumn, the grass was turning green to yellow. There was a pavilion next to the left of the parking lot. Under the pavilion, many picnic tables and benches were arranged neatly. Besides the pavilion are three big grills. Some guys were barbecuing. They were busy turning the meat. During roasting, the smoke was floating far with the breeze wind. The smell of roasting meat was delicious. Next to the right of the parking lot was the big playground for kids. A lot of equipment was there, such as slides, swings, merry go round, and so on. Sometimes the children were laughing and yelling while they were playing. Across from the playground was a stretch of woods. There were a few trails through the woods. A few old couples were leisurely leading their pets along the trails. A grandmother was using the metal detector to look for treasure with her grandson. Now and then, some people with helmets were riding their bicycles along the trail round and round. On the opposite side of the woods was a hill, which was ladder-shaped. You immediately found a big soccer field and a softball field on it when you climbed it. Some teenagers were training assiduously under their coach's instruction. Across the field, there was a small lake. At the side of the lake is a Chinese style pavilion. There were some wild ducks was leisurely swimming on the surface of the lake. The water rippled as those ducks swam along. The old man was quietly sitting at the side of the lake, holding the fishing rod while concentrating on staring at the surface of the lake.


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