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As I sit on the bank and look around, I can see millions of cars squished together like bugs. Underneath me was dry, damp grass, which is like hair. I feel like a queen sitting on a throne, but, instead I'm just sat on a steep hill.
After a minute, I close my eyes. Listening around, I can hear a roaring motor like a lion. Children's cries of laughter, and even birds singing. Rustling paper, and pencils, touching paper all around. Plus planes flying over head.
I could feel the boiling, hot sun beating down, on my head, and back. A cold breeze coming in, and covering me, like a blanket.