The street I live on is constantly changing yet familiar. I first encountered this street almost ten years ago. I watched as the trucks full of our furniture followed my parents and I down this street. I looked out the window to catch a glimpse of the pink azalea trees lining the sides of this street like a barricade. This street housed a few families but mostly trees. This street felt new and different and I was eager to explore it further and further.
Now as I walk down this street I say hi to my many neighbors whom I have grown close with. I pass the green bushes that line this street missing the pink azaleas I once knew. I know each house and each family's story that lives on this street. I continue walking down this street as I reach the pool and tennis courts I visit weekly which I am glad I discovered. This street is home to many families but even more important, the many memories made.
Now as I walk down this street I say hi to my many neighbors whom I have grown close with. I pass the green bushes that line this street missing the pink azaleas I once knew. I know each house and each family's story that lives on this street. I continue walking down this street as I reach the pool and tennis courts I visit weekly which I am glad I discovered. This street is home to many families but even more important, the many memories made.
I really like your post. I wouldn't have thought to write about this and your descriptions and background add to it.
ReplyDeleteI like the post lu! Very descriptive and a fun topic to write about. I also like your personification.
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