Walking around town. There is an old yellow building. The sign on the side says library hours. Entering the building I hear people talking. Downstairs there are two separate rooms. One room is meant for children and the other is meant for young adults. A off white table has a stack of books on it. The top story is the tree little pigs. Now in a different part of town. The sand squeaks under my shoes as I walk. Down the street there is a dunkin’ donunts. Upon entering the dunkin’ donuts I hear “ sorry we are all out of that” the old man with gray hair thought of something else to get instead and ordered that. The little kid is deciding what he wants. He points with excitement, “ I want that one” although he cannot pronounce the name of the donut he begins to spell the letters on the name card. C-h-o- c- o- l- a- t- e…” the little boy got just what he asked for. As I was trying to cross the street I noticed that there was a build – upon sand where the grain was. The sand was not as pretty as the sand that u find at the beach. This sand was a dirty gray color with some brown dirt mixed in it. After standing there for what seemed like forever someone finally let me cross the street. When i got back to the van everyone was waiting there except of r Tom Morgan. The clock changed from 2:26 to 2:27. We still had three minutes until we had to be back at the van.