Coney Island Descriptive Writing

A godly aurora uplifts the wooden box, covered in chipping shades of bumblegum pink and gentle blue, from it’s present state on top of my dresser, as it forever holds the jewels of my past. In search of nostalgia, the contents of this unusual box are shrewn across the sheets of the queen-size bed in which I lay; one earring, one bracelet, one partially broken chain, yet they somehow belong there, despite the distinct differences between these memory-deriving ornaments. Within this miscellanous container, lies a special necklace with a dolphin charm, that always conjures up memories of Coney Island before it’s Great Renovation. It takes me back 5 or 6 years to the day I was twirling through this amusement park; rides blurrily passing by my eyes, …show more content…
In snapshot taken by my grandparents to remember this fun-filled day, I was happily standing by a replica shark 3 feet taller than me, that resembled Jaws, as well as every fear I had at my young age. On the closet door next to my dresser, is a cluster of old photographs from previous years of my best friend Jenna and I; my favorite photo is of us hugging, with makeup completed, and stretching smiles after the realization we were now a part of a bigger family, that shared the same passion of dance. Jenna gave me these photos as a Christmas gift, so we could think of all the good times we shared. I gave her a single bracelet in return for her being a great friend, because medal doesn’t easily break, and I hoped our friendship wouldn’t either. It’s funny too, because Jenna and I knew Guinevere, who we met in fourth grade, after our teacher convinced us to make small talk with her. I’m truly thankful our teacher gave us the push, to open up of the canals of conversation with the new girl, because she became my best friend from 4th grade to 6th grade, and when it was time for her to move away I felt somewhat broken, like a glass plate that slips through the fingers of it’s beholder, and hits the floor with a