In the ordinary daily life, everyone has written essays, right? With the help of essays, you can vent the emotions in your heart and regulate your mood. I believe that writing essays is a headache for many people, the following is the story behind the photo essay I organized, welcome to read and collect.
The story behind the photo essay 1There is such a photo, the Shanghai Railway Station is in ruins. There is also a little boy, crying constantly, this is August 28, 1937, the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai South Railway Station, by the reporter photographed the real scene, this photo is mainly used to bring the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai Railway Station, a proof. There is an extremely tragic story behind it.
On August 28, 1937, thousands of people were waiting for the train at the station. Some were going on a trip, some were visiting friends and relatives, and some were returning to their hometowns. But at that time, a sudden disaster happened, the Japanese invaders used bombs to blow up the train station, in a flash the train station became a piece of rubble, the surrounding houses also collapsed, many people passing through the area were also killed by the bombing, and one family sacrificed their lives in order to protect their child, the child saw everything around him, and kept crying because all his family members were dead, and he kept calling his mother, but she didn't respond. He kept calling for his mom, but she didn't respond, he knew she wasn't here, so he cried loudly, after a while he cried and got hungry, but his parents were dead, who would cook for him, so he stood up and walked to another place.
In the blink of an eye he was seven years old, he was lucky, in those four years he lived by begging or working for people to feed him, his clothes were given to him by his bosses, and they were just right on him. In these four years he ran when he was cold and picked up some bread that others left behind when he was hungry, so he was really lucky and pitiful!
Japanese invaders I want to say to you: you will never hurt the weak again! On behalf of my family I would like to appeal to the whole world: don't let parents lose their children, don't let children lose their parents, don't let wives lose their husbands. I hope we can stop the war, sound the death knell for the war, let the flower of life stay on earth forever!
The Story Behind the Photo Essay 2Today I was looking for something when I suddenly found a photo. In the photo I was wearing a red dress and standing next to a car.Why did I have this photo? I got a little clue when I looked at it, do you want to know why I am standing on the side of a Rolls Royce car? Then let me say it slowly.
This photo was taken when I was 9 years old, and the car was a wedding car that my grandfather used for my first cousin's wedding. When I went to my first cousin's wedding, I saw a lot of guests and everyone had a blessed smile on their faces. The adults were chatting and I felt a bit bored, so when I turned around I saw a car parked there. I tried it and found that the door could be opened, then I sat in it, and there was an uncle inside, who looked like he should be the driver. He was playing a game in the car. After a few minutes, my first cousin and sister-in-law got into the car and went to the restaurant.
While the car was driving away, there were people scattering candy around, and as soon as we kids saw that it was candy, we scrambled to grab it. But in a few minutes, the candy on the ground was finished. Later, I asked my mom and realized that the candy was a wedding custom on our side.
It didn't take us long to get to the dinner place. When I got off the bus, I was right next to the wedding car, and my mom said that I was just dipping my toe in the water. So I was on the side of the Rolls Royce, and my mom shot me down.
I walked into the hotel and saw the red carpet welcoming us. I was in the wedding ballroom, and I saw a big cake in front of me. I walked over in a hurry, but halfway there, my mom called me over. She also said to me, "You can't eat it yet, the cake is not ready until they finish the ceremony." After a while, finally can eat the cake, I immediately went up to "grab" a large piece of cake and a bottle of milk.
This is the story of my photos, and every time I remember it, I feel especially happy.
The story behind the photo
Look, I'm about to touch a sculpture's foot in this photo.
For your information, this sculpture is the first patron of Harvard University - John? Harvard. His bronze statue is one of the most famous landmarks on campus and is visited by a steady stream of visitors every day. As legend has it that touching the left foot of the statue brings good luck, over time, this left foot has been touched by tourists from all over the world, and the unattended right foot has been "overshadowed" in comparison.
Last summer, I visited Harvard University with my mom and dad. I saw the bronze statue surrounded by the crowd from afar, and I couldn't help but walk over to it, and it turned out that everyone was lining up to take a picture of it. The base of this bronze statue of Harvard is not too high and not too short, on which sits John? Harvard. Everyone who went over to take a picture almost had the same pose - right hand touching John Harvard's left foot, left hand touching John Harvard's left foot, left hand touching John Harvard's left foot. Harvard's left foot, left hand naturally placed on the side, facing the camera, smiling and taking pictures. Seeing this, I also got in the back of the line, and after a long time, it was finally my turn to take a picture. I quickly stood on the left side of the bronze statue base, and wow! I was not as tall as the base. So, I stood on my tiptoes, stretched out my right hand to touch the left foot of the statue, in order to maintain the balance of the body to stand still, my right hand as hard as a gecko grasping the base, turned his head to look at the camera's lens, the heart of the silent wish: I want to touch your left foot, I hope that one day I will be able to get into Harvard University.
Although this is only a kind of hope, a good wish, but I will urge myself to study harder, and strive to one day really step into this temple to learn cultural knowledge, to frame this scene.
The story behind the photo essay 4Turning over the photo, remembering the past, full of happiness, full of unforgettable. The photos record the beauty of that moment, and happiness stays at that moment. I caressed each photo, each photo tells a past event, about me, and my childhood. My eyes suddenly rested on a photo with some yellowed edges, and I smiled happily.
In this photo, there is a little boy wearing a light blue hat, a red and white sports suit, and silver tennis shoes, who is riding a twisted bike and smiling slightly at the camera. Yes, that's me.
Mom told me it was June 1, '08, when my mom and I came to the county seat for a visit. There traffic, a sea of people, the road crowded me out of breath. My family and I came to the noodle shop first and had a bowl of fragrant ramen, then we followed the crowd to the Yellow River, I was very surprised when I saw it, "That...that's...what...what?" "That's the Yellow River, Qinghai is the source of the Yellow River, it has a long history. The Yellow River winds and twists, and in its rivers, it carries a lot of mud and sand, that's why it's yellow in color." I nodded my head half-understanding. Then mounting my twisting bike, I accelerated a little, turned a little, and the trail became my track. I maneuvered the twister like a battle-hardened go-kart tuck-rider and tried to match speed with the wind, but the twister was still too slow. I made a U-turn and headed for my mom, who was fiddling with her new camera. Seeing me having fun, she clicked a picture of me in my cutest moment, sitting in the car with my hands on the steering wheel and my feet in front of me, smiling slightly at the camera.
A photo, a story, this photo recorded my most adorable moment. It has been kept on the first page of the album. I think I must treasure it.
The Story Behind the Photo Essay 5Childhood life has many beautiful memories, and there are many unforgettable stories behind an exquisite photo. Today, I will tell the story behind this photo of mine!
The photo is a group photo of me and the monkeys, my face is full of happy smiles, and the monkeys are greedily eating the peanuts in my hand ......
The story happened this way: one year I went on a trip with my mom and dad, and on the way, we passed by a Monkey Mountain, and what introduced me to my eyes is that A few jumping monkeys are playing with their companions, they look cute, two eyes shining with golden light, as if they are playing what bad ideas. Attention is their bare, red buttocks, said to be the monkey king over the flaming mountain when the red. In the most conspicuous place in the wigwam there is a monkey actually learn the human touch, mouth holding a short half of the cigarette, make us laugh!
Look at others are taking pictures with the monkeys, I can't wait to try, the administrator first let me sit down, and then put a few peanuts in my hand, watching three or five monkeys to me, then I was apprehensive, for fear of being attacked by the monkeys, I can't help but be afraid of it, the photographer saw my mind and said, "Don't be afraid, the monkeys won't hurt you!" Sure enough, one by one, that is light and fast from my hand snatched the peanut rice, not slow in my side to peel off the shell and eat up. Just then, "click" sound, the photographer left me the best moment ......
Whenever I am free, I always take out those photos, they one by one recorded my growth, my happiness, my beautiful moments! ......
The Story Behind the Photos Essay 6Today when I was cleaning up my room, I found an interesting photo: I saw a little girl being held in her mother's arms, standing in the middle of two clowns. I took this photo in Hong Kong Disneyland. At that time, after I finished all the rides, I saw a long line. We managed to squeeze in front of it and realized that inside were two clowns. We could take a picture with them. Mom held me to stand in the middle of the two clowns, just when we played with the clowns happy, dad in the side secretly pressed the shutter, took this unforgettable photo.
Now when I see this photo, I remember the time when we went to Disneyland to play. The most memorable part of Disneyland was the roller coaster. There was a car in front of the car we were on, and wherever they drove, we followed and drove around. Roller coaster on the too exciting, from time to time need to big head rush down, fast, thrilling. From the top of the roller coaster down, mom and dad head dizzy, but I still jumping and want to play a second time. Unfortunately, I didn't get to play, because children can't play alone.
We came to the next area, when I saw the merry-go-round immediately ran over, sat on it and did not come down. My mom and dad had no choice but to give me several times to line up and let me play many times before I was willing to come down.
That time we went to Hong Kong, not only played in Disney, but also went to Ocean Park. I remember the shark and dolphin show at Ocean Park. Every time I watch the dolphin show, I remember the Ocean Park trainer sister feet on the back of the dolphin, just like riding a scooter as smooth as sliding around on the water, it's so interesting!
This old photo reminds me of that fun trip to Hong Kong. I'm going to keep it safe.
The Story Behind the Photo Essay 7On top of a stone sea turtle sits a cute little girl. She was about five years old, with a cute doll's hairstyle, wearing a purple halter top and beige pants, and was riding on top of a big sea turtle with her arms wrapped around its neck and her mouth wide open, laughing. This is one of the most precious photos in my photo album.
I remember it was a Sunday three years ago, my mom decided to take me to Qujiang Oceanarium. When I heard that, I was so happy that I could finally see the dolphin show!
The sun was shining that day, and I couldn't wait to urge my mom to take me to the Oceanarium. Once in the door, I was attracted by the beautiful underwater world. I first watched the dolphin show, the dolphin jumped out of a perfect arc, and then it gave us a performance of drilling, it can be a breath of continuous drilling a few circles, it splashed a lot of water, all the wet me. Next came the sea lion, which was chubby and had two cute moustaches, and it showed us how to throw the ball and shoot the basketball. Don't look at it looks awkward, but the top of the ball technology is first-class, colorful ball on top of its cute nose, dripping spinning. It can also shoot baskets with the ball! It picked up a ball, stretched its neck forward, and the ball went into the basket. When everyone applauds their wonderful performance, he actually uses his two rear fins to happily applaud himself as well.
We also looked at many varieties of fish, including the legendary devil fish, glass fish with transparent bodies, and colorful peacock fish ...... with many varieties.
The most surprising thing to me is that someone actually dared to play with sharks, is he not afraid of being eaten by sharks? It is really a harmonious picture of people and sharks playing in the water. We also saw the "mermaid", I thought: wow! There are really mermaids in the world! In the end, I realized that the original is a person pretending to be.
Time went by so fast that I had to leave the Oceanarium. When I was reluctant to leave, I saw this stone turtle, so I excitedly rode on it and asked my mom to take a picture of me, and that's how I left it.
Whenever I see this photo, the happy scene will appear in front of my eyes, and it will always record my wonderful memories.
The story behind the photo essay 8
The old time dappled years, even in the dust of time began to escape piece by piece, and the years will not only gradually change and aging people's face, even the face engraved in the photo together with the aging. The time is a merciless thing.
Our family has this practice, in the welcome of the new year, the need for home cleaning, I used to scrub the cabinets first. Life, as if it were a pact, the photo of me at the age of four steeply in the hands of the fourteen-year-old me quietly fell.
I picked it up again, and it was a picture of me and my grandmother. At that time, my grandmother did not have deep and shallow wrinkles, and at that time, I did not have thriving pimples; my grandmother was so robust that she could still easily hold me in her arms, and I, smiling innocently with a bright face.
The photo of me with two small sandbags, leaving that age-specific sparse bangs, tender little hand on the grandmother's shoulder, as if calling for something, full of anticipation ...... dressed in a flower dress grandmother is so beautiful and gentle, perhaps not accustomed to taking pictures, she laughed a little stiff, but still can not hide between the eyebrows! The first time I saw her, I was so happy to see her, but I was so happy to see her. Her. Smile calm time ...... behind the grass is a lush, in that heavy green vague flickering points of bright red, although it has been framed, but still let a person feel their swaying style.
I stared at the photo for a long time, and the hard shell of long-sealed memories shattered in an instant. That night starlight, that piece of insect song, those stories, that time young people, that milky child, that a period of hastily passed away can not return to the childish time! Grandma's call brought me back to reality, she came over and saw the photo in my hand, "The people at that time can be really good-looking." The old man in front of me, with white temples, cloudy eyes, and wrinkles like the petals of a daisy, how she covets the young her at this moment! "Grandma, why don't we make a frame and frame it."
"Your grandma is already old, and she is no longer the beautiful person she was back then. Keeping photos from her youth, and still hanging on the wall to look at them every day, don't you torture yourself!" The old man sighed y, is an inexhaustible love and reluctance.
An old photo, like a red leaf, in the red willow green year after year in the flow of time drifting, talking about the past.
The story behind the photo essay 9
This photo was taken by my mom for me in last summer vacation, and it was a very interesting photo, and the experience made me gain something.
The sun was shining that morning, and my dad drove my mom and me to the countryside to pick watermelons. Along the way, I was excited, enjoying the roadside scenery, while looking forward to arriving earlier.
Finally arrived, I can not wait to get out of the car, walk to the watermelon field, in front of the eyes of the endless melon field, like a green sea. What's especially interesting is that there are watermelons of different sizes lying everywhere in the melon field, and if you don't look carefully, you can't find them at a glance! Each of us took a marijuana bag and started to pick these "little green men". Looking at the countless "little green men", I did not know how to start. When I made up my mind to start picking from the roadside, my mom had already picked three, my dad had already picked five, and at that point, I wanted to start acting like a madman. In less than a minute, I had one-third of the watermelons in my marijuana bag. They were all different sizes, and two of them looked like twins, back to back, so cute. As the sun rose higher and higher, the heat from the watermelons grew stronger and stronger, and at some point, sweat broke out of my hair and dripped down my tresses like rain. I used the soil-stained hand to face a wipe, the sweat off, but my face but left a few mud marks. I was still laughing, but my mom laughed and took a picture of me with her cell phone. Mom took this photo to Dad, Dad saw it also could not help but laugh, while rubbing his stomach while saying to me: "Baby, haha ...... your face ......" I a hand snatched my mom's cell phone, a look, face is mud, rushed to the car with pure water to wash off the mud on the face. I ran back to the watermelon field, said to mom and dad, "You guys are so bad oh, actually laugh at me!" And so, we all had a wonderful and joyful day as a family. In the evening, we carried the fruits of our labor back home.
Whenever I see this photo, I smile happily, because this photo carries the wonderful memories of the family and the joy of labor, as if it happened yesterday.
The Story Behind the Photo Essay 10One day, I had nothing to do at home, so I opened the album that I had put aside and began to look at it.
Among them, I saw a photo like this: Dad and Grandpa stood in the middle, Mom and Grandma stood on both sides, and I stood in front of them. Behind them was a big drum, which had a red paper cutout of the Year of the Rooster pasted on top of it because it was the Year of the Rooster. This was taken at Zhuhai Changlong Ocean Park, which took my mind back to that day.
It was a day during the winter vacation last year when I went to Zhuhai Changlong Ocean Park with my mom, dad and grandparents. Walking into the Ocean Park is like being in a magical underwater world, where visitors can see thousands of rare fish swimming around them in the curved underwater promenade, which is simply mesmerizing. The colorful circular dome, refracting beautiful light, brings a very unique tour experience. The most shocking is the museum installed the world's largest acrylic glass, through the world's leading advanced technology seamless connection, a wide field of vision, from different angles for visitors to the close display of invincible underwater wonders, but also and the diameter of 4 meters of the devil fish close contact.
Into the beluga theater, thousands of people in the venue was packed, the staff's camera randomly swept through the audience, the big screen immediately appeared a variety of demeanor of the audience, when everyone found themselves on the big screen, happy waving, jumping, all of a sudden, the venue was thundering with joy for a long time can not be quelled, until the beluga whale appeared, the venue was quiet down. Then, we appreciated the wonderful performance of the beluga whales and keepers cooperated - top ball, jumping, turning circles, kissing ...... is really wonderful!
Ocean Park in the most attractive to me belongs to the "parrot roller coaster", which is 1,300 meters long, from the height of twenty-storey building quickly swooped down into a 360-degree turn of the crazy state, feel the air over the rainforest, the toes of the tree tops swept, the body in the wind flying in the sense of pleasure, it's too stimulating, I have played five times, it's really addictive. The first time I saw this, I was so excited that I played it five times in a row, it was really addictive.
Ocean Park is a sea of flowers, a sea of people, a sea of joy, a sea of magic!
The Story Behind the Photo Essay 11One day, I was watching TV, and when I raised my head inadvertently, I froze. Because, I saw a strange old photo. In the photo, my mom was holding a little girl who was bawling with one hand and petting a sea lion with the other. I exclaimed, "Mom, why is there a picture of you holding a little girl I don't know in one hand and petting a sea lion in the other?" Mom smiled and said, "That little girl is you! Why don't I tell you the story of this picture?" "Sure!" I said. So, mom began to tell me the story of this photo.
Once, my mom took me to the Oceanarium. As soon as I entered the museum, I fell asleep. Mom had to hold me and follow the crowd. Unconsciously came to the sea lion performance area. Mom was attracted by the wonderful performance, so she sat in the audience to watch the show.
Twenty minutes later, the show was over, and I was woken up by the applause of the audience. At this point, the trainer said, "People who want to take a picture with the sea lions can come and line up for a photo." When my mom heard this, she held me in her arms to take a picture, but I was scared and cried by so many people. Dad said, "Look, baby is scared and crying, so don't go!" But mom said, "How can I miss such a good opportunity?" After saying that, they took me to line up.
Finally it was our turn to shoot. As soon as I saw the big, black sea lions, I cried even more. The cry was deafening, and the sea lions were scared silly. Mom had to hold me tightly with one hand and touch the sea lion with the other, and said to the photographer, "Take the picture!" Just heard the "click", this old photo was born.
Funny, isn't it? This is the story of this old photo.
The story behind the photo is 12
Open the photo album, there are many photos, those photos are very meaningful for they recorded the footprints of my growth. These photos are full of joy, anger, sadness and happiness [Note: like, annoyance, sadness, happiness. It refers to all kinds of different feelings of people]. But among these photos are the ones that I remember. But in these photos is my deepest impression of that would have to be in my taekwondo tournament photos.
It happened at the 27th Wushu Competition in Hengyang City in 20xx.
One afternoon I was practicing in the taekwondo hall, suddenly the coach called me to the scratch card and said to me: "Zheng Panzhong, tell you a good news, all of our teachers and students unanimously agreed that you go to participate in the 27th annual taekwondo combat competition in 20xx." When I heard the news, I was both nervous and excited. I was nervous because it was the first time I participated in the competition and I didn't have enough experience on the field; however, I was excited because the coach thought that I had practiced well by letting me participate. My coach seemed to have read my mind and told me that it was not important to win or lose, the main thing was to participate. I listened to it, then quickly agreed.
Time flies, and it was the day of the competition. So the coach first brought us to the observation deck, see other players game only to see those players on the field like a tiger rushed to the "enemy" so look at the watch on my turn on the field, the referee blew the whistle I was like a small cosmic outburst like rushing to the "enemy". Then he tried to counterattack with a cross kick, so I used a combination of leg kicks on him. I gave him a combination of a spinning kick and a downward chop and knocked him out. In the end, I defeated my opponent 6:3. Achieved the championship.
And this picture was taken by my mom when I was on the podium. At that time, I cried because the prize was not easy to come [Note: 来之：使之来. It is not easy to get it. It means that it's not easy to get things or to succeed in things].
The Story Behind the Photo Essay 13In the blink of an eye, a summer vacation is coming to an end. In my photo album, a precious photo has been added. The photo shows me with a bright smile, wearing a plum-red Latin dance dress, with golden-colored high heels, twisting my soft waist, which was taken when I danced Latin dance.
I love dancing. I took Chinese dance in first grade for a year and a half. My teacher always praised me for dancing well, and I even took the grade 4 exam. Then I got rhinitis, my academic performance plummeted, my mom let me go home to get well, Chinese dance will not learn for the time being. At that time, I had a hard time and cried secretly. This summer I especially want to learn Latin dance. I regretted very much that if I had worked tirelessly, I would have been able to perform on stage by now. After my mother knew what I was thinking, she said to me with confidence, "You have a talent for dancing, mom supports you." Hearing my mom's words, I raised a smile of triumph on my face.
So, my mom and I searched for many training organizations under the scorching sun, but we had to give up because of scheduling conflicts. Seeing that this summer vacation can not be learned, I was anxious in my heart. I was so anxious that I couldn't stop myself from learning. Finally, I found a training institution by my mom's unit, and the schedule was suitable for me. I couldn't help but say to my mom, "Mom, you are so great! You work so hard, but also very concerned about my learning, busy all day on the road to pick me up, send me. When you are old, I will love you just as much and come home often." Mom smiled with relief.
Latin dance I learned very seriously. The movements that Mr. Wu taught in class, I went home that day to practice. My movements were so well done that Ms. Wu let me go up to be the little teacher leading the dance in every class. A few days later, Ms. Wu said that our class was going to elect a class president. After intense canvassing, I had 7 votes, Xu Yaru had 6 votes, and Jiang Xiaohan had 6 votes....... I was elected class president, and my enthusiasm for dancing grew even higher. Sometimes, I also dance Latin dance in the square, others say I dance beautifully ...... mom took a lot of Latin dance photos for me.
I thought, I must treasure these photos. When I have the opportunity to stand on the stage to perform, my mom will be happy and will definitely bless me.
The Story Behind the Photo Essay 14A few days ago, I took a photo. Whenever I see this photo, I associate it with five words: protect water resources.
One day, I accidentally saw a newspaper in my bedroom, which read, "The drought is serious in the three major reservoirs in Weifang, and many of them are already below the stagnant water line. Once upon a time, there was a lot of fresh water on the earth, and people thought that water was inexhaustible. But nowadays, people are still wasting water, so much so that many villages and mountainous areas have no water to drink. Water can be used for drinking, for washing vegetables, for cooking, for watering flowers ...... If there is no water available in life, the consequences will be unimaginable. This shows the importance of water. Many rivers have dried up to the bottom, many villages drink water from the rivers, and now it is difficult for them to get a drop of water. There are also many rivers that are polluted, and the villagers can only drink the muddy water. What is it that makes these people endure the pain of having no water to drink?
First, in our eyes, a drop of water is so insignificant, but all of China's people are wasting a drop of water, will be dozens of large reservoirs of total water storage! And in our lives, we often see the water in the faucet is constantly lost, wasted. Secondly, in the city, there will be many chemical factories in the discharge of waste water, polluting the river next to the river, some of the water in the river has become black, and emit a bad smell, and even there are all kinds of garbage inside, the fish will also give their lives, we like to eat seafood will be greatly reduced. This not only pollutes the environment, but also adversely affects the aesthetics of the city. So, a lot of the water we drink without filtering most of it is not drinkable.
In response to the above, I would like to put forward the following initiatives: first, we do our best to protect water resources; second, garbage and other useless things do not pour into the river; third, fewer chemical factories, the discharge of wastewater and exhaust will pollute the air and water resources. Wasting water is the same as destroying the earth on which we live.
Seeing this photo, and looking at our water resources, I sincerely call on everyone, call on China, call on the whole world: to protect water resources, everyone has the responsibility!
The Story Behind the Photo Essay 15I looked at myself in the photo: I was sitting on a swing, smiling happily, sweetly as if I had eaten candy.
This is myself in the second grade, I remember that day, I went with my grandmother to play in the small park downstairs, when the swing is the most popular children's amusement project, playing a lot of people, one by one, waiting in line. By noon, the queue was getting bigger and bigger, and I was at the end of the line, thinking that I could play and sit on the swings. But the people in front of me have been refusing to go, hogging the position on the swing, the small park swing only two positions, once sat on it do not want to come down in the minority, they have been waiting for a long time, want to sit for a while to earn a little bit of "interest", to the end of has been that a few people in the play, the back of the people there are many people are waiting impatiently, have left! I was looking at those people and thought to myself, "I don't know what to do, I'm not sure I can do this. I looked at those people, thinking: how can this be, the swing is public ****, why are they hogging it and refusing to let go? Then, a lot of people are also angry, screaming to drive them down, they also seem to recognize their own mistakes, slinking away. But there was another one still sitting up there, refusing to give way, with only one seat free for others to play. When I saw it, I couldn't help but rush up and shout, "This swing is a public ****, what right do you have to occupy it, so many people are waiting for you one, do you have the good sense to do so?" I don't know what I was thinking at the time, but I was just like a "female sweatshop". I was shocked by my own boldness, but this immediately had an effect, and the kid immediately jumped off the swing to give up his seat to everyone. I was able to get on the swing, and my grandmother was there to capture the moment on her cell phone. In retrospect, I am a bit surprised that I could be so brave!
The public **** things are everyone's, we must remember, can not be occupied for their own use oh!