Way out at the end of a tiny little town was an old overgrown garden, and in the garden was an old house, gucci borse imitazioni perfette
and in the house lived Pippi Longstocking. She was nine years old, and she lived there all alone...
From "Pippi Longstocking" by Astrid Lindgren

On a bright December morning long ago, two thinly clad children were kneeling upon the bank of a frozen canal in Holland.
From "Hans Brinker or the Silver Skates" by Mary Elizabeth Dodge

At a quarter to one, the expectation and anticipation of the school children were finally rewarded. On the desk in the natural history classroom, in the colorless flame of the Bunsen burner,
a bright emerald-green streak lit up…
From "The Paul Street Boys" by Ferenc Molnár

SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen  having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted...
From "Treasure Island" by Robert Louis Stevenson

The studio was filled with the rich odor of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.
From "The Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde

Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer's wife. Their house was small, for the lumber to build it had to be carried by wagon many miles.
From "The Wizard of Oz" by L. Frank Baum

Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. It was not an expensive piece of wood. Far from it. Just a common block of firewood, one of those thick, solid logs that are put on the fire in winter to make cold rooms cozy costumi cosplay anime and warm.
From "Pinocchio" by Carlo Collodi

All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower fake taschen
 and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful...
From "Peter Pan" by James Matthew Barrie