Imagery in Poetry Blog Post Paragraph

Last two weeks ago I went to  my sister basketball game. It was loud because there was two games being played and the corwed screamed every time somebody did something good. The blecher was cold to my legs and my butt while I am was sitting downon it. It did not smell good because there were a buch of people there and boys and girls playing basketball. I choose this because I can remember the setting breaty good.