Another find from my old backups. I think I must have used this for an English class back in my early college days.
I suppose coming right out and explaining my topic would be the best way about it, but I think I’ll tell you a bit more. In order to fully appreciate my kilt, you’d have to understand the journey. Sometimes the place you visit will rival any memories of how you got there. In my case, both were equally important.
I can remember quite easily the long summer months after school let out. We have always lived far from any large town or city, so in order to keep busy and away from yard work some creativity was in demand. So, me and several other friends always seemed to meet up and just sit around, and would end up being put to work. Either gardening or simply toting limbs fallen from the many oak trees about our yard. After awhile it got to be synonymous that with the door opening behind us, it was someone coming to find us something to do.
So, we began to walk and explore. We found places that quite obviously we hadn’t seen before. I can say I enjoyed myself quite well. Normally not a nature frolicking person, I learned to enjoy myself and take in the peace of my surroundings. It did wonders for my stress. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to let myself enjoy those days again.
The place that stands out in my mind the most though, is a place me and my friend Josh named ‘Paradise Valley. Perhaps it came from the ‘Great Valley from the Land Before Time, but it’s been so long I don’t remember exactly.
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