Sense of Place
My family’s van driving into an isolated Hispanic village taking in a deep breath of nature at its purest. Surrounded by big green trees, we passed a mini mart as we made a turn to the village. As the drive continues the refreshing smell of nature entices my sense of smell. Approaching my grandfather 's home, the excitement begins to build up. When we arrived, we jumped out of the van and took a big deep breath of fresh air as we ran off relinquishing our excitement. My grandparents reside in a small village called Teague A or California Orchard. It is one of the most memorable places to me because it reminds me of my childhood and makes me feel as if I were a five-year-old again. I would always end up getting lost in a trance …show more content…
As we finished eating we would sit quietly on the living room floor, staring at the glamourous Christmas tree that sparkled in blue and white lights. The tree was rich in bright colors that was over shadow by the monstrous pile of boxes wrapped in colors and shinny glittery paper with lush curls of ribbons streaming down to the floor. I sat quietly but in the inside it could not hide the quivering of excitement. No matter my efforts a lost grin would always escape my face giving off how excited I was. Finally, after everyone finished eating we would sit around in a circle from oldest to youngest waiting for our gifts. I would get more eager with every gift handed to me; it was so hard to control myself from opening all my presents. When my time arrived, I was so ecstatic I ripped off the paper of the gifts uncontrollably. I would dig my nails through the paper tossing the scrap to the sides with great astonishment to see what I had received.
I will always remember the happy memories of spending time with my grandparents and cousins at the Orchard. Spending all that time at The Orchard shaped my expectations of family. I believe family should be the most important thing. I started to think like this when my grandpa passed away and my family stop being close like they used to. Even though our lives move on, the memories will always remind me of the warmth and love I shared in The Orchard. Even though it might disappear one day it would always be engraved into my
My family’s van driving into an isolated Hispanic village taking in a deep breath of nature at its purest. Surrounded by big green trees, we passed a mini mart as we made a turn to the village. As the drive continues the refreshing smell of nature entices my sense of smell. Approaching my grandfather 's home, the excitement begins to build up. When we arrived, we jumped out of the van and took a big deep breath of fresh air as we ran off relinquishing our excitement. My grandparents reside in a small village called Teague A or California Orchard. It is one of the most memorable places to me because it reminds me of my childhood and makes me feel as if I were a five-year-old again. I would always end up getting lost in a trance …show more content…
As we finished eating we would sit quietly on the living room floor, staring at the glamourous Christmas tree that sparkled in blue and white lights. The tree was rich in bright colors that was over shadow by the monstrous pile of boxes wrapped in colors and shinny glittery paper with lush curls of ribbons streaming down to the floor. I sat quietly but in the inside it could not hide the quivering of excitement. No matter my efforts a lost grin would always escape my face giving off how excited I was. Finally, after everyone finished eating we would sit around in a circle from oldest to youngest waiting for our gifts. I would get more eager with every gift handed to me; it was so hard to control myself from opening all my presents. When my time arrived, I was so ecstatic I ripped off the paper of the gifts uncontrollably. I would dig my nails through the paper tossing the scrap to the sides with great astonishment to see what I had received.
I will always remember the happy memories of spending time with my grandparents and cousins at the Orchard. Spending all that time at The Orchard shaped my expectations of family. I believe family should be the most important thing. I started to think like this when my grandpa passed away and my family stop being close like they used to. Even though our lives move on, the memories will always remind me of the warmth and love I shared in The Orchard. Even though it might disappear one day it would always be engraved into my