¨Look at this one, it has an awesome light! ¨ my cousin Clara exclaimed from across the yard. ¨Woah! This one is cool too! ¨ my sister Lauren said, pointing at one only a few feet away from me. It was finally summer, and my Grandma was taking us out on our yearly walk to the graveyard. From our fingers came a colorful fiery glow that lit up the street and sidewalk surrounding us. The graveyard was only a couple blocks away from her house, so every summer here we were! Every year my family and I make the trip to Wisconsin to visit my Grandparents on my mom 's side. We are also joined by my mom’s siblings, so it becomes a giant gathering of all my family. I am the third oldest out of nine grandchildren. The trips to the graveyard all started
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After we had crossed the street I looked back at the mountain and saw the beast disappearing into the shadows of the night,
“Until next summer” I thought to myself as we darted across the road.
Since that first year going to the graveyard, we have gone every year since. This year, my Aunt Liz and Uncle Garrett are coming, but Aunt Sara is not going to come along. This time, we are given glow-sticks to go with our finger lights. Before we even leave the driveway, my grandma starts singing our favorite song,
“This land is your land, this land is my land, from California to the New York Island” her voice carrying through the trees. It isn’t long before we are all singing as well. The song continues until we are across the street from the graveyard. As the last words fade into the sounds of the night, the beast emerges from the mountain top. Since dessert was awaiting our arrival back at my grandma’s. We came to a unanimous decision to make a shorter trip this time around. After ten minutes, we all decided to head
After we had crossed the street I looked back at the mountain and saw the beast disappearing into the shadows of the night,
“Until next summer” I thought to myself as we darted across the road.
Since that first year going to the graveyard, we have gone every year since. This year, my Aunt Liz and Uncle Garrett are coming, but Aunt Sara is not going to come along. This time, we are given glow-sticks to go with our finger lights. Before we even leave the driveway, my grandma starts singing our favorite song,
“This land is your land, this land is my land, from California to the New York Island” her voice carrying through the trees. It isn’t long before we are all singing as well. The song continues until we are across the street from the graveyard. As the last words fade into the sounds of the night, the beast emerges from the mountain top. Since dessert was awaiting our arrival back at my grandma’s. We came to a unanimous decision to make a shorter trip this time around. After ten minutes, we all decided to head