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english essay on highland
Marisleysi Toala 2/23/15
Mr Laor ,Ms Lui Period 6
INTRODUCTION
The place I have chosen is Highland Park. The park is an enormous that’s divided into two by
Highland Blvd (observation) and it's easy to get lost the first time you're there (interview). I've been going to highland Park since I was 7 . Highland is where I spend most of my time in summer . I love to go there with my friends or family . Highland borders the Jackie Robinson parkway (observations). Many people come to highland with their family's and friends to play , practice or watch a tournament of a sport or just to have a fun time with friends or family or even both (interview).
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I remember my first time in Highland Park ,I had just move to a new neighborhood and the park
I always went was too far and the only local park was Highland Park . It was the first weekend in my new neighborhood my dad had taken me to the park to ride my bicycle. At first, I didn’t like that park but the same day my first memory in the park was made . That day my dad decide to take my training wheels off my bike I was scared , I fell so many time one of those times I scraped my knee ,I still have the scar . I got so mad I wanted to leave and I wanted my dad to put the training wheels back on but he said no he said “practice makes perfect” . I wanted to leave that park and never come back I wanted to go the the other park he said” no lets go to the soccer court” . I said” I don’t want to play soccer I was to go home” and he said “ I’ll buy you an ice cream if we play one

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