My school had a program to visit the senior living Atlanta center. We go every week to an old age home and it’s counted towards our community service hours. It was this specific week that I took an interest in my surroundings—in other words I was distracted. As all thirty of us students walked into the building, we were greeted by the congenial workers there. All of my friends went over to some elderly men and women, and I was just wandering around looking around the building and the paintings on every wall. I was thinking to myself that this is a really nice place. There was a waterfall in the center of the room, like one of those really pretty fountain springs in a lake. I threw some pennies in and then I decided to explore around some more. There were antique artifacts everywhere, and I especially took a liking to all of the sculptures there. I tried avoiding the school staff, because they were on patrol to make sure that we were talking to elderly men and women and not fooling around or doing anything else. Well I knew that sooner or later a teacher would come up to me and tell me that I am supposed to be doing the right thing, so before they could get me in trouble I went over to a really old lady with dyed red hair and I was safe.