Writing and Research AALA-5
Essay # 1
March 15, 2004
The wind whistling through the crisp cold air, birds chirping in the dusk of daylight, and the babbling brook running through. The cool air makes you relax and forget about all of your problems that you've had during the day. The equipment is cold to the touch; kids are running all around like it's still the dawn of the day.
Lions Park, what a place, I grew up there playing roller hockey, in the dead of winter, with no snow on the ground defending the goal. Almost nightly my friends and I would go there set up in the basketball court and take some shots before starting the hockey game. The game was usually 3 on 3, I was the lucky goalie but I didn't mind. Defending the goal was a fun time for me.
During the spring and summer when the rains would break loose and drench us with their plenty, the babbling brook would turn into a raging river that we loved to ride, we would put our tubes on the water and go for a ride, and the locals didn't approve of this. Many times we got a visit from the local sheriff's office, but for some reason that only stopped us until they hopped in their squad car and drove away. We would start our white water rafting games again, but we would have someone stand by the road to watch for the sheriff and when he would venture back, we would give a signal to tell everyone that the wicked ride is time to cease for a few moments.
I had many girl friends that I brought there thinking that it was a fun and romantic place to go, but...