Close to my home there is a park called the park of the little mountain. In this park, there are tall trees whose shadow fall on two or three big fountains. The fountains are white and covered with moss. Close to the fountains you can hear the singing of the birds mingled with the sound of the flowing water. Old people normally sit next to the fountains and talk about the old times. They remember the farms they used to tend or they discuss the weather. There are also young people that run around the park. They come in the morning and also in the late afternoon. They are dressed as if they were participating in the Olympic Games, most of them. They also listen to music while they run.