"Charlie! Charlie!"
Charles saw himself riding a bike on the park that morning. As a small boy, he loved playing in the park with his favourite bike.
"Charlie, be careful!" his mother shouted.
"Yes, mom!' he shouted and kept on running his bicycle. He really likes this park. The grass is so green and the river beside it has very clear water. Also, the other side of the park has the national road where the big trucks and cars run. Above all, he likes playing in this park because he can meet other kids, unlike on the very wide backyard of their villa. They are rich, he knew that but why are kids not playing with him? At school, other kids' parents don't like their kids playing with him. Why? His young mind cannot understand. However, in this park, he can talk to any kid
