one foggy morning I was walking to school and I went down a road that I have never bin down before. I sow a house that had a unfinished fence. I remember my mum telling me that a man lived here and he had a son and his son was the one who started to build the gate but he moved away so he could be close to  his mum who lived some were the  away from his dad. the gate was rusty and old it looked as rusty an old car. I ran home and never went there ever again.