Athletic field write-in

 Around two years ago the athletic field that I was familiar with looked old and worn. Now, the athletic field was redone and it looks fresh and brand new. I’m fairly familiar with the field having spent a lot of time out there hanging out with my best friend during our gym class, and I can’t help but feel a bit of nostalgia standing in the middle of the field. We’re much older now and haven’t had any reason to go back out onto the field since we got our gym credits. My memories out in that field with my best friend were some of the best ones I have, and I suppose now the younger generation that is coming in after us can experience the same thing that we did.

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