My Favorite Place to Be.
My favorite place out of all the places I have been is on a small sandy part of the Turkey River. In the summers, locals often set off tubing there. I see a lot of drunken tubers from time to time. Parents’ watch their children splash and play in the water while relaxing on a lawn chair or a towel in the sand. I read the writings in the sand before they wash away; I remember one piece of writing in particular. It was written in an old Nordic language. You almost never see a frown there by the river.
I never used to love the river so much. It was kind of bland to me actually. I think after a person makes enough memories in one place, you grow fond of those people, and subconsciously grow fond of that place, too. That is what happened in my case. My most distant memory by the river was when my two sisters and I went down to check out the water. I was eight years old. There was no reason to be there other than we had nothing better to do with our time. I was looking through all the rocks and a few shells here and there while Savannah and Rebecca walked around in the sand and talked to each other. Then I heard Rebecca laughing hysterically and Savannah shouting, “STOP LAUGHING, IT’S NOT FUNNY!” Savannah had gotten her foot stuck half way up her shin in mud and couldn’t get it out. I tried so hard not to laugh, too! Rebecca eventually helped Savannah out of the pit of mud, which took quite a while. Unfortunately, we could not salvage her shoe and it stayed there in that pit of mud. I kind of wonder where that shoe is now.
There have been many other great times there though. When I was younger my friend Delaney and I would imagine we were mermaids and give ourselves names and weird powers (I was a really strange kid). That of course got old and this is when going to the river became the best thing in the world to me. My sister Savannah had her birthday party at the river one year and I had an amazing time! The best part was going as far up the current as you can, and then letting go. It caries you fast, far and I always have a blast doing it. Though it is a bit dangerous, until something bad happens I probably wont quit doing it.
My favorite part of summer is walking to the gas station, getting a drink and hanging out at the river with my friends. A lot of people don’t quite understand why the river is so special to me. It’s simply because of the good memories I have made there.