Medford: A Short Story

I am eleven years old and I live in a large town called Medford. I am not a big fan of it here, the air sometimes feels thick with pollution and in the winter everywhere is so slushy with ice and salt. Just as I may be getting used to this place, doing the usual things kids do when they come to a new place. They make friends, and with a town this big, a lot of them. I remember Menahga, which is the old town I used to live in. I can still think of some of my old friend’s names, but not as good as I would like to. In Menahga I still recall the small buildings, the small cafe, the music that plays in town over Christmas time, the non-busy streets, the really white Christmases. Everything that makes the town so unique, so cute, and so perfect. …show more content…
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