The Jr Hill.

I hear people doing sports far away near the court. Little kids in the nearby class whispering like little toys and air whisking past my ear like I'm running from a tsunami. 

I smell wood like wood particles floating in the air of a newly cut tree and fresh air like a sunny day on the beach. 

I see silky clouds infecting the navy blue sky and a big fake grass hill. Sitting places make from wood and sometimes fake green grass like lush fields. A sand pit with curvy sand like waves and shovels and spades scattering like ants across the sand pit.