Rolling down in the Autumn time leaves chasing you down the hill, with this crafty vibe, nothing could go wrong. I’m twelve years old and never have loved going outside. It was going to be the first time it felt like a small breeze with a cinnamon taste of the bakery, I could smell the oil of the streets and the smoke of the cars it made me feel happy inside. I was walking to the top of the castle to feel the fresh air once again. I started to get wobbly, BANG!!! I hit the white ground down I went, never to be seen.