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On a sunny day in November, my mother [?] to take me to the park just round the corner. She [?] me to put my coat on and [?] my gloves and bonnet. Our dog, Fab, also [?] with us. The wind was blowing so I [?] to be very cold. Fortunately, my mother [?] my gloves in her bag. I [?] them until we [?] back home.

It [?] the first time we [?] to this park. Indeed, we [?] into our new flat only three days before. There [?] many children playing together in the park. Some of them were riding their bikes when other were playing football. I [?] a young boy playing alone. Nobody [?] to know he was there. So I walked up to him to introduce myself. His name was Peter but he [?] me his age. He [?] from Austria to visit his grandparents. They were living across the street. We [?] and played together for more than half an hour before an old lady [?] him from her window. She was his grandmother. She [?] him to go back home for lunch. Before he [?], Peter [?] he was glad we [?] each other. I agreed. Then Peter [?] back to his grandparents'. I [?] and walked to my mum. When we left the parc, I [?] I would never see Peter again...