The Beast of Finch Park
When I was young, around 7 years old, I saw something that I cannot explain to this day. It was a day like any day. It was Sunday and Sunday is the day I go out with my grandparents to get breakfast, go to Walmart, and go to several parks around NC if my grandparents are in the mood and that day they were in the mood. After getting some good breakfast at McDonalds and shopping at Walmart, it was time to go to the park and finch park was the closest park. That day my cousin was with me, and I was so happy because I had someone to play with at the park. That day it was a little cloudy, but it was still a very warm day to play for hours. After a half of an hour playing on the playground it was a time walk trail that circled the lake at the far end of the park. I loved to walk this trail because of all the ducks that chase and all the small animals under rock and logs that I can catch along the trail. That day it was different because my cousin was with me and me and him were chasing and running around the trail a long way away from my grandparents. Me and him decided to go up the hill of the trail. Once we got to the top of the hill there was a large orange mass just sitting on top, without any second thought me and my cousin ran down the hill screaming and ran straight to my grandparent. The only reason I think this story is important to me is because it is one of the only events I somewhat remember from my childhood.
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