In the summer when I was little we went to Maine. Every time
I go, I remember the life the life of when I was a kid.
I remember the smell of the pine trees, it was a sharp clean
smell. I remember the calm sparkling water and the sound of dogs barking.
I love that it is about joy. I can go there and forget the
bad times and live in the good. Forget the worries, the pain, the anger, my
life becomes pure joy. Nothing can replace that feeling.
I hope we still go every summer to see my friends and my
cousins. I think that maine is my true home. Here I worry about everything! I
am angry all the time. There, I can forget and actually live.
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