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One girl, with a small dream, coming to real life.

Submitted:Jun 5, 2013    Reads: 14    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I remember the first grade like it was yesterday. I remember meeting my best friends, I remember the look one my teachers face, I remember where I used to sit, and I remember how happy I was to be done with school. The one thing I won't forget, was the trip I took that summer, to Mackinaw Island with my family, and how amazed I was. Ever since then, thats all I ever wanted to do was live there. Mackinaw Island, isn't a big island at all, it's 8 miles around the entire Island, and its just off of St. Ignace, Michigan. It's nothing like the St.Thomas Islands, or the Bahamas, or Key West. It's a quiet, peaceful, little Island, with no cars on it, and a lot of historical facts, and I loved that for some reason. I've been to Mackinaw Island, 3 times my whole life, the summer before second grade, the summer before eighth grade, and the summer before tenth grade, and like I said, there is nothing too special about it, some say its boring, but for some weird reason, I fell inlove with it.

Last summer, was the summer before tenth grade, and Emily, Chelsea and myself went there. We rode our bikes around the island, went to the Grand Hotel, walked to shops and the butterfly garden, and I loved every moment of it. Not because of how many shops there was, but how beautiful and peaceful it was, and nobody judged you.

On the bike ride, around the island, I noticed a house for-sale. It was big, blue, and had lake view, it needed yard work and some touching up, but besides that, it was amazing, and I thought to myself, "How could you ever sell a house on Mackinaw Island?" I rode by some more houses, and they were on top of a huge hill, and on the bottom of the hill was beautiful trees, that would look amazing in the fall. Than we rode by the lake, and how beautiful it looked with the water so blue, and the sun shining on it, and you could see The Mighty Mac, also named, the Mackinaw Bridge.

I couldn't imagine, how wonderful it would be to live on this Island. There would be no harm, it's peaceful, nobody judges you, so many historical facts you could learn, and it's beautiful. I understand, theres many things you can do in a 3 day period and never want to see the island again, but myself, I would love to live there, maybe even have a family on that island, maybe even work there. The winters would be harsh, and the summers would be colder than usual, and there would be a lot of tourists, but besides all that, I would love it.

On our way home from the trip from Mackinaw Island, all I could think about was how happy I was there, instead of my hometown or anywhere else, which surprised me because if I went to Traverse City, Michigan, I would be pretty happy because of the mall.

That night I went to sleep, and all I could think about, was if I lived on that island.


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