I remember the time I was looking for a dog. Wasn't mine, but was my friend's dog. The night before my brother Isaiah, and his friend Andrew were on a walk with his dog. They were walking along a trail right next the park. We've probably walked that trail about a million times, so what makes this time so special? While my brother and Andrew were walking the path it leads to a small little sitting area made out of a couple of big rocks. Just a couple of meters past it is a hill made of rocks. I know its sounds dangerous but it's pretty solid from being there overtime. If you walk down the hill it will take you to a small water pool. It is flowing water down a man-made slope to flow the water to other parts of the river. It is possibly
