Describe My Favorite Place

Every family event, it always ended up at my grandmother’s home. I feel as though my grandmother did an amazing job at hosting the family gatherings. She is great at keeping the family so tight. We all come together because of her, ad I hope our generations of family members will keep that alive. With that being said I cherish every moment that was held in that house, all my memories are there.

was all I knew. The house was my childhood home. It was a family member to me.

My favorite place to be is Chick-Fil-A. Chick-Fil-A is a bright red and light colored brown building with a plant statue of a cow, an outside eating area, and a drive through. When you walk in you might hear the frier, or the timer for the waffle fries, people talking, kids playing on the plastic playground, and you might hear the drink machine running if you are at the counter. Some of things you will touch, that could be very gross, are food, tables, door handles, condiment containers, and more than likley your disgusting, filthy money. At Chick-Fil-A you will probably taste chicken because pretty much everything they serve at Chick-Fil-A is chicken, of course. You could also end up tasting their amazing milkshakes or your everyday

Disney World—the greatest place on earth. A place that anyone of age can have fun. According to the official webpage of Disney World, “the unforgettable happens [t]here”. Along with the opinions of many kids, teens, and adults, I agree that it is the greatest place on earth. The magical story book setting brings back the childhood nostalgia every American has felt in their life at least one time. However America is the only country to preserve the innocence from our childhood. But why? Why does America try so hard to protect our childhood innocence from the harsher reality?

My family has been super strong and almost inseparable throughout my life because we have had to move so mnay times, it has brought us closer together. My homes over the years all been pretty nice, but not like the multimillion dollar houses, but the middle-class houses. I've been able to grow up with pets in my houses, cats, dogs, guinea pigs, and multiple fish.

This house was the best as a child it had a long drive way and big field of green grass and cows. I grew a big connection to my childhood house like roots to a tree. It was a little down the road from Mt.Peak and I would always going hiking because it was enjoying for me to be with nature. I remember elementary school and seeing the same faces in some of my classes tell this day. I met my best friend in kindergarten and I’m still really good friends. Growing up in a small town there was always the same faces and same people working at the local grocery store, it takes around a minute to walk through town, most of the time you can take a bike to your friend’s house, walking to school wasn’t that hard because it’s not far and of course the same old smell of

My favourite place in the world is Camp Hurontario located in the Georgian Bay directly next to the Massassauga provincial park. This is an area that I feel very strongly about because of the influential effect it has had on my life and the way it makes me feel whenever I go back. When choosing Camp Hurontario as my favourite place I went back to look at our class definitions on the ideas of place and space to help my choice. “Place is defined as a portion of geographical space occupied by a person or thing”(Duncan 1981), structured by the locale, location and the structure of feeling. Using the idea of place outlined by Duncan above I can define my favourite place through landscape, culture, and history.

This was a family I would actually be able to call it a “Family”. The one family I could stay and call the adults “mom”, and “dad”. So far my life has been better, and I have more support from my family.

Paris Texas is a beautiful place full of historic buildings, and crisp, green hills. It is a very small town in Northern Texas where everyone knows everyone. A place dominated by small businesses, and a town that nearly burned to the ground in 1916. This special town contains a Plaza Theater that dates back to 1926, which is located directly across from the Culbertson fountain right in the middle of the town square. Lastly, it is a place where almost all of my family lives, thanks to my grandparents deciding to settle down here after my grandfather got out of the service. This town never stops impressing me, people help their neighbors out on their farms, restaurants provide free meals for the homeless and every Saturday night everyone from the town gathers for a movie in the park with their loved ones. But that is not the best part, my absolute favorite part of this small town, is a 3 bedroom, brown, brick house that lies on the end of a narrow dirt road.

The outside of town was empty, just fields and old railroad tracks. I come out here every day to take pictures and write. I love capturing a moment that will never come again; sure the sun always sets and rises in the same place but not in the same way. I always wonder what moments I miss, that I couldn’t catch on camera. Sometimes I think it’s a good thing, because not everything needs to be recorded. Mystery of nature and wildlife can be refreshing when you are the person experiencing it. Walking up and down the tracks and sometimes laying down on them to get the perfect shot. My favorite part of the outside of town is the railroad tracks and the fact that no one else comes up here. Other than Violet, but unfortunately she does not count.

they lived in my home. It is a home full of joy and laughter for many years to come.

As I sit here, on the hood of my car looking out into the vast field I think to myself, why this place? Out of all the places that mean so much to me, why does this place stand out the most? Everyone has that one spot that is special to him or her for various reasons whether it be a memory, experience, how it makes them feel, etc. For me, my favorite place encompasses all my senses bringing them to an all time high filling me with an overwhelming indescribable feeling. It’s my sanctuary, a safe place, but above all a place to clear my mind and getaway from reality. There aren’t enough captivating words to describe the beauty of this place. In the winter, the vast field covered in a blanket of untouched glimmering snow surrounded by bare

I have an abundance of grotesque, yet, barely visible memories of childhood. However, no breathtaking family trips, no unique family togetherness that taught a moral lesson, no abnormal holidays. We still ate family meals together, but most often the children and adults lived in different worlds. When I needed comforting or wanted the best of both worlds, I could turn to my Grandpa.

My favorite place growing up, was the library of Downtown Swansea, I love the old book smell, like Petrichor, the pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a dry spell, it makes my mouth water. The librarian, much beloved by me was Shirley Johnson. She was small in stature, a cloud of white hair and freckled button nose. The fact that she rarely smiled did not make her an unfriendly or mean person, in fact she was very sweet, but shy. She could always be found at the library seated on her perch behind the front desk keeping a cautious eye on everything inside. Her diligence was always so graceful. If you were looking for a book or waiting for a returned copy, she would hold the book for you or help you search each shelf until it was located. I will always remember her for her ability to quote Edgar Allan Poe’s "The Raven" with such passion that made me want to listen no matter how many times I heard it.

My grandmother’s house has a very special place in my heart. As the family has gotten older and we have all had our own children we do not visit as we should. I visited with my grandmother many times when I was little. Her house always seemed to have something about it that set it apart from all the rest. As you walk into the back door of her house you would notice a long, narrow kitchen that led into the main living and dining room of her house. The smell of food home cooked food was quite evident. Grandmother cooked every day and always cooked big meals on holidays for the family.