I grew up in this house. It was very large, but with five siblings things got a little cramped. I lived there from 1999 to 2011. It was built on the leftover property from the surrounding houses. Last summer we dug up several massive tree stumps that were causing sink holes in the front yard. The back yard is a wall of rock. The view is not great, but it shielded us from the wind.
My best friend lived one street over growing up. Many a day were spend playing Gundams, Star Wars, and Legos. Nearly every day we would play in the woods near there. Each Summer was filled with games of us pretending to be Jedi Warriors, Aliens, Medieval Knights, Space Ship Pilots, and Adventurers.
Monashka Bay Park was the closest thing I new to playing at the park. If there weren't bears around there were druggies. Regardless, I couldn't resist going there for the playground equipment. The very long slide could always make me smile, not because it was fast, but very very slow.
One day my best friend and I stumbled upon a tree fort in the woods. At the top we were greeted by anxiety and a beautiful view. I almost couldn't climb back down, but after a fair amount of coaxing and slow movements I reached solid ground.
Six seasons in high school were spent running around this piece of rubber. The track was by home away from home. It's where I felt most comfortable. And anxious. Every race was a chance to tred on familiar ground and overcome my own restrictions.It made me who I am today.
I spent six summers at Camp Woody as a camper and two and a counselor. Up at the crack of dawn and going to bed late wears you out and restarts the whole way you look at life. It's kind of like a drug.
White Sands is known for its white sand. Strangely, I have never seen that color of sand there. Swimming, Bonfires, Volleyball, Water Sports, and Flying Kites were always the best there.
In the Summer I would go on runs all over this mountain. In the Winter I would sled down its roads. The city was built around it. It is our foundation, our rock, a monument.
This World War 2 military stronghold was where I ran many Cross Country races. Tourists from all over America come to see its bunkers. It has seen a great variety of events from tragedies like death and celebrations like marriage.