Blog Post #2

Andrea Albaugh

Schroeder

English 101

10/7/16

Blog Post 2

           We walk down the long road, carelessly holding our shoes in our hands. We loudly play songs as we sing at the top of our lungs. We'd swing our hair side to side and acted as if we ran the show. We'd scrounge up our money to buy drinks and snacks at a stand. But as we walked there... man did we wish we could drive. 

          We finally arrive. The trees were as green as I've ever seen, they tower over us and leave a little patch of blue for us to see. We are enclosed here and there was no looking in. The water would flow under our log that'd lead us across. This place would cancel out the sound of the world. The world where people just sit and rot. But, this place to us was heaven, a place we'd come after we'd die. Here we exchanged secrets and laughed till we cry. Our stumps circled around the fire and our fort stood tall on the other side.  We vowed to keep this place to ourselves, for no one else to know and no matter where our friendship would go, this would be ours. 

          We'd swing on a rope swing, fighting over who'd get the next swing. We sit on the roof of the fort playing old tunes as we conversed. The roof of the fort was our throne. We could sit and overlook this place we like to call home. We could see the clear water as it flows by, our world from here looked like it ran on forever, bigger than our little heads could ever comprehend. 

           After a long day in our heaven we'd return back home. I'd regret how careless I was when I'd end up soaking in a tub because of all the stinging needles I ran through. We'd call each other on the phone. We'd talk about how great a day it's been and to hope and see each other soon again.

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