Descriptive style essay on childhood memory.

Essay by LudeCollege, UndergraduateA, March 2003

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Tens of thousands of cases of beer all in one building. Some in coolers, others just stacked up as high as 8 feet. Aisles of smooth concrete cut in-between the palettes of cases. Everything is bright and pleasing to the eyes. A person hesitates for a few seconds to take it all in.

A beer distributor can be a great place of business, however to a young child such as myself who as been around it since birth it can be an even greater playground. With so many different sized stacks of beer and plenty of places to hide it becomes the best place for things such as hide and go seek, tag, etc. The best days to be at the store were the days a truck of beer was being unloaded. This provided lots of precariously high palettes that you could sit on while being pushed around the warehouse to wherever it had to be placed.

While growing up, it was found by my younger brother and I that you could rollerblade around the warehouse and that it was incredibly fast and there was basically a set track that you could just keep circling. This added a whole new aspect of fun to the store for us as well as another thing to look forward to when going to the store.

You enter the building through two sets of sliding glass doors that open automatically. As you turn left and walk towards the back there are double-doors that open up to a garage that holds the forklift as well as a big garage door that opens to the outside to allow the forklift to set beer inside the building from the awaiting truck parked just outside. While walking back in from the garage, to the right is the row...