A Memory

My memory is when I first went to Sylvia Park. The atmosphere was different . It felt like freedom from my home. When I stepped in, it was filled with people. I smelt strong perfume when I walked to the food court with my friends. When we were there I smelt steamed buns, a juicy patty topped with cheese sauce and lettuce. I couldn't resist the smell of it.

My friend came back with the McDonald's. I went straight for it and bit it. The crispy fries sprinkled with salt and ketchup. I ate them, it was so yummy. My friends and I went to a clothing store. I couldn't remember the name but it looked like the same clothes from my house but they were expensive.