10/31 of March challenge
When I was little my grandparents owned a small
house in La Jolla California. It was beautiful, was small and there were many
like it, but at the time I was small. And it was one of the biggest, most
unique places I’ve ever been. When thinking of this house, I have no choice but
to resort to memories. When I was nine my grandmother passed away, and once she
was gone my grandfather sold the house. When I think of the house, I remember
countless days spent at the beach, more than one in the aquarium, and the small
city nearby. I remember a restaurant where, if you sat outside they had fire
pits the chairs were surrounding. Beaches, Fish, Towns, Fire Pits, Me.
I
remember one year we crashed into my old best friend, Molly. And we had dinner.
I remember spending time riding around in a mini golf-cart. I remember
thanksgivings and Hanukkah’s and many days that weren’t even holidays there. I
remember the time I lost my two front teeth going down the stairs on a wheelie
chair, which was scarier than my first roller coaster. Molly, Golf Carts,
Holidays, Teeth, Me.
I remember Trader Joe’s, and the Wildlife Park, and a carefree place. I remember driving to LA to visit my Aunt Ruth and Uncle Ray. Trader Joes, Wildlife, Carefree, LA, Me.
I remember walking around book stores; I remember when my sister went to meet JK Rowling at a bookstore. I remember snails, and shells. Books, JK Rowling, Snails, Shells, Me.
I remember Lego Land, and stray cats. I remember a place that was taken from me, I remember a place where I felt at home. Lego Land, Cats, Gone, Home, Me.
I like how you SOL is kind of a poem and kind of not
ReplyDeleteA agree with Lena! Nice slice! I love the pattern aspect of it!
ReplyDeleteClever wording, beautiful memory, Quinn.
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