The sound of crispy leaves being stepped on, cool breeze blowing ever so gently accompanied by the smell of freshly baked bread surrounded the petite girl who was wrapped up nice and warm in her big wool coat. She sat on the bench with her eyes tightly closed. She wanted to imagine that she was the only person in the park. She could picture the family park with little children running around laughing and smiling, but what she really wanted to picture the big oak tree that was a few meters in the distance. A lot of her happy memories had taken place around that tree, yet also a lot of tragic moments as well. Perfect. The girl opened her eyes and lifted the heavy but delicate object that sat in the palms of her hands. A camera. With pure confidence she stood up and positioned her camera at the big but beautiful object in front of her.