We have a very large park close to my house where people walk and where mounted policeman patrol.
At the back of the building where we live, there is an apple tree where people pick fresh apples.
The chairs and garbage confuse me. I don’t know whether this is a welcoming place or a garbage place.
When kids hear the music of the ice cream trucks, they run and buy ice cream. When I came to the U.S,A. for the first time, I didn’t know what it was!