Vehicles roar past me down the street and make strands of hair wrap around my face. There are so many colors that surround me in the autumn atmosphere. Pine and evergreen is the smell that enters my nose as I breath. It looks like the typical autumn season. Looking past the trees and cars I can just vaguely make out indigo triangles in the distance. Better known as the mountains of Colorado. We’ve just came back to visit my family in Colorado and I’m taking a stroll down Sand Trap Way in Morrison, Colorado. But more importantly, a walk down memory lane. Three years since I was last here in these familiar surroundings, it feels as though part of me never truly left. After walking for about ten minutes, I decide to head back home. I begin
