With my back sinking into the soft couch I typed in youtube on the top line. My computer warmed my lap, I can hear myself typing very hard on the computer. I took a big sigh and looked around the living room, then I grabbed my laptop and slowly placed it on the couch. I slowly got up and looked in the other living room to see if my brother was there. All i found was a clutter of video games on the carpet and his stuffed animals which were all over the place. I took a sigh of relief, thinking my brother won't bother me for awhile I decided to go to my yard. I walked to the door and opened it, hearing the sliding squeaking noise of the door. When I got outside the cool breeze of the golf course blew.
When I got outside there is this a view of the golf course with miles of green grass and golfers trying to hit the ball into the hole, and the bright color of the sand in the bunker. I sat down on the soft cushion of the swing and started swinging back and forth a a decent pace. I started to sing is sweet melody while looking around the yard at the bright, varied colors of the hibiscus and the juicy tangerines which will be ripe really soon. In the middle of the yard there's a water fountain with murky water since my family is to busy to clean it . I closed my eyes slowly and started to dream, listening to the loud chirping of the birds and the talking of the golfers. The cool breeze relieved me of how humid it is. I felt calm and happy, being in a place where I can sit down, close my eyes and listen to nature. Hearing the rattling of the leaves in the tree following the breeze made me feel like i was in another place, and not in my back yard.
Suddenly, I heard my brother yelling "Tasha, come inside!"I opened my eyes, wishing I have more time got up from the soft cushion. Sitting down and resting made me feel more relaxed and satisfied, feeling I have nothing to worry about . I look around one last time, seeing that there is no more golfers. The cool breeze settled and the leaves weren't rattling, I slide open the screen door and went inside. That moment I though to myself, I should do that again sometime to help relive me. Its a special place for me, and to let my imagination take me away.
Amber, Jessica, Blayde and Nastassja
ReplyDeleteWe thought you had good sensory detail and a good personal connection to why it was your special place. A few things to fix would be the tenses and to re-word some of the sentences.