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[Pringles]

So in my creative writing class we had to do a Descriptive Place Piece. I thought I would share. Hope you like!

[Pringles]

                                       Sunny Utopia
   During those seemingly long summer vacations of my elementary years there was this place. Every time my Mom whispered the name excitement rose through me like rocket. It was my favorite place to go. It was a
where I would spend all day outside in the warming sun. The warming grass was never mowed and the noise of pestered sheep could be heard across the street. There was a strawberry field growing out in a field behind the old grey house which I called my second home. Next to the strawberries was the start of a woods. Hiding beneath all of the green leaves and shadows sat a lonely tree house. Nails randomly hammered in this fortress, shoes had to be worn while climbing into this thing.
   
      A swing-set was always waiting for me down a huge rocky hill. We would always hang a pinyata down there during birthday parties. Past the wooded area, strawberry field and swing-set was a very big field. Tall yellow grass sprung up every year from the frozen spring ground. Mud clung onto the grass for dear life. I remember driving a small electric toy car around that field for hours at a time and snowmobiles during winter
   
      Along with this place came people. My cousins Luke, Logan and Levi were my best friends. Being the eldest of all of us including my brother, I was in charge of who went where and what we did. Sometimes we would have a small war with toy guns. That always led to arguments on who shot who and there would be a change in the rules every five minutes. Tag was the next best game. followed by ghost busters. Using our toy guns and backpacks, ghosts around the house were all eliminated.
   The sun was always shining here and was the only place where I liked it. Rain was always a depressing sight here.
   Uncle Joe’s house is still my favorite place on earth.
   

[The Ninja King, Cobra Angels]

Pretty good job. . .I remember the my first works on this site are from that class.

[Pringles]

Thanks!

[sharky]

Nice memories from your past Pringles, I can seem to remember that all my summers as a child were filled with sunshine, and there was a special place right in the top of a huge tree in our local park where I carved mine and my first serious girlfriends initials in a treetop.
I don't think we remember the days of rain when we couldn't get out of the house, or when you spent a week in bed with mumps or measles, or getting fed up playing hide and seek indoors where there are only so many places to hide.
We only remember the good times, which can't be a bad thing eh?

James.

[Sir Breakfast]

Good one Pringles.
Mine was a beach - it was here, at age five, I created my first song/poem/rhyming thing:
Oh the waves are washing us back to the sand.
Diana is laughing as we hold hands.

Diana was a neighbour.

That's all folks