Family Day
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Family Day
When I was around 6, I had gotten out of church wearing my nice church clothes with a tie, shoes, dressy pants, and a blazer. I was with my mom, dad, brother, and sister, who all had on church clothes too. My sister had the same things my mom had on, a black long skirt with an expensive white shirt. My brother and dad had on the same thing too: black shoes, navy blue pants, black bowtie and white shirt. I was the only one with a blazer on. My siblings and I were really happy we all went to church together, so I guess my dad was happy because of that, but he had a tired look on his face too.
After church, my parents decided we should go to the botanical gardens and spend the rest of the day there. My dad had an old Chevy that sounded pretty good; it got us where we needed to go. It had some rust on the edges here and there, but all and all it was a good running car. The inside smelled like pine because my dad washed the car that mourning and he always bought a freshener to make it smell like that. I never knew why he liked that smell because I hated it; it always got me sick in that car, but today I didnt mind because we were going to have a fun time in the Botanical Gardens.
The Botanical Gardens had a parking lot in front but you had to pay to get in. My dad was too cheap to pay, so he just parked it outside the gardens and made us walk. As we were walking, I saw a wall with a gate in the middle; it didnt seem that big as we got closer, I noticed it was brick was and it had to be over 40 feet tall. I guess to make sure no one got in to rob them it was so high. It had a metal gate in the middle, about 20 feet tall, but an opening we can walk through. There was a doorman there who said we could get in for free, but we had to give a donation – any amount we wanted to give. So my dad gave him a few bucks and we kept moving. It was beautiful once we got in. There were trees so high up and along a cement road; we could walk around the garden. In the garden there were houses that seemed old and run down, like they had been there for years but went inside one, it smelled like roses. We noticed at second glance it was a rose house with many different types of roses. They had red, yellow, white, even pink roses. My sister loved it there; she was dreaming she was in a romantic movies waiting for her dream man to come. My brother and I just laughed at her, saying she was stupid.
As we moved along, we got to a bridge that seemed old and run down, but I thought of it as an adventure. Under the bridge, there was this disgusting muck of black water. Of course my brother and I had to go across it, even though my dad said no because we may fall in the water.