My world in me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is part of a story I have to write for an english essay, titled 'That was the last I saw them' please don't judge I'm new too this and it leads into the title further on.. I have it all planned out in my head but just want to get some feed back on this! Please and thank you!

Submitted: November 27, 2012

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It started with a day, a year, a time, but doesn’t everything?

This wasn’t just any day, year or time.. This was the day. The year. The time. That I fell into my world.

We all dream about something different.. we all say how we wish this could happen that we could do that but we never actually think it will ever happen.

I’m Hayleigh, I’m that girl who likes to go on long walks with no destination and no care in the world.

No matter where I go you will never see me without my camera. It’s part of me.

I always remember as a child my grandmother telling me about her adventures, how she would just walk and walk until she found what she was looking for. I never really understood what grandmother meant by this but now I do. I never know what I’m looking for.. but when I find it.. I know I’ve found it.

There is one place where I always find myself going too. It is my favourite place in the world, through the deep dark woods on the other side of the lake.. past the old shed and too the cliff. The cliff that you can see over the whole town but no matter where you are in town you will never see this cliff.. There is a bench. Engraved in the bench are the initials of my grandmother, grandfather and his best friend who died days before he was meant to leave the army. This spot is where my grandfather met his best friend and where my grandmother met him.

Grandmother always tells me how she walked far and wide but one day thought she would just explore the woods.. she told me how that one day, at that one time. She saw him. Sitting there. Alone..with tears running down his face, not from sadness but from honour that his friend would always be with him. This man was a soldier who had left the town when he was young this spot was where he met his friend, and left his friend.. but years later found him again in the army.

This man.. the man who kept his head high was my grandfather. 


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