Descriptive Essay About My Favorite Place

My favorite memories is with my parents are when we go to Florida with my mom we go to the beach. Two years ago we went to Florida we went to the beach. We find a beach ball in the water and it has versus on it. We went back to my uncles Lances house. We had a bonfire that night all the cousin sang a song to our family member. another memories are two year ago on christmas eve we were stuck in traffic for 4 hours. My cousin keeper calling us ever hour the last time she called us we just got t my grandmas house. My mom kepet answer she did yes cami we are still in traffic. My mom is so funny when we go sown to Florida. When she finds shark teeth she gets so happy.

I remember about a year ago, going to Washington state with my family. I remember as soon as the plane landed, the cool and fresh air that was blowing. I remember looking all around me and seeing mountains and forests all around me, I absolutely loved it. I remember the day that we went on the trails through Mt. Rainer and being surrounded by nothing but rock and forest. The view was like nothing I have ever seen before, I remember looking down from a ledge in the forest and thinking how amazing it was. It was amazing being there at such a high altitude and just having fun walking through the woods. I remember finding a creek near a bridge and going into it, I still remember the cold water hitting my skin and the breeze passing by. Growing

Living across the street from my Papa Gene, I found myself spending every summer day in his humongous- or so my eight year old self thought- pool, treating myself. I was always the kid that thought my grandparents were a God-sent gift to me and I was the luckiest girl in the world. I can still recall the the taste of the orange creamsicle popsicles my grandma would place in a cup outside and let melt before I drank them because she knew that was my favorite way to eat them. I definitely spent the sweetest of summers at that small house with the huge pool. While many childhood memories were made at my grandparent’s house, the one picture that will burn in my head until the end of time will be the one

As I’m sitting here in Paris, I look out the window of the starry night sky watching a shooting star going across the beautiful dark night sky. When you look down the window there are people on bikes, love birds walking to the Eifle Tower. There is nothing more magical than tonight for most people. People walking up and down sidewalks carrying bags and bags of shopping bags from their favorite places in Paris.

Another great memory I had was when I went to Myrtle Beach with my mom, grandma, and older brother Vincent. We stayed in a horrible motel it stunk, had bugs, and a small shower but we made the best of it. One day while we was there we were walking on the pier and this disabled man in a wheelchair was fishing and caught a baby shark and he stopped me to show me what he had caught, and he asked me if I did not mind would I throw the shark back in the water and i looked at him like he was crazy and he told me it was okay to pick it the shark up as long and I did not touch near his mouth, so I go

I’ve gone to the same church in Hartford almost every Sunday since I was born. The old building holds countless number of memories for my family and me. It has set the stage for a number of Christmas plays and Sunday School concerts. It’s where my little brother and I were baptized, and just recently it was where my goddaughter, Aurora, was baptized. After 20 years of marriage, it was where my parents renewed their vows, and a year later, it was where we held the funeral for my dad after he lost his battle with cancer. When it’s not a place of worship on Sunday mornings, it’s a daycare, where I work and care for a group of rowdy three-year-olds. In my 19 years of membership, the church has seen three different Pastors and

We all woke up that morning early so we could get all packed and ready to go. We had to take two separate cars because of how many people we had to take. The car ride was eccentric and ready to jump out of the car and into the lake at any moment. Finally both of the cars made it to the destination, my parents and my friends parents both rented all of the things we could use for today. Throughout the whole day we used the water bikes, kayaks and paddleboards for how

One Thursday while they were here my mom, the five girls, and my two younger brothers piled into our minivan and drove to a nearby boat dock to swim. The temperatures were soaring at a coma-inducing 95 degrees, and the sun was sweltering. I was miserable and sweaty. Once we got there the big girls took off our outer layer of clothes and took a picture to post on social media later.Then, as I got my towel out and ready for when I

Over break my sisters and I went to Santa Cruz. We had rented a small house by the beach and spent much of our time just hanging out together watching movies on the couch. Every night we would turn on the electric fire. There was only one bedroom and the couch turned into a bed so I went and laid down by the fire, my water glass in hand. It was cold outside and the fire was just the right temperature. I laid there with a pillow, my back to the fire as I read a book on kindle and listened to music. After a while the heat from the fire become a bit stifling. I stayed there anyways because I was too tired to get up. Instead of moving away I decided to just have some of my water. It was after I had ended up drinking the whole glass that a perfect

When I was younger, my family would spend a week on Long Beach Island together. Every morning, I woke up to Nana cooking scrambled eggs and bacon, Pop watching morning news, my parents flipping through their books, and Uncle

I’ve never thought that it is necessary for me to remind you that setting up a personal and effective location for your meditation is the number one thing you need to consider if you must get the best results. However, after conducting thorough research on the reasons why most people fail to get the desired results, I found that lack of proper preparation and finding appropriate location for meditation is the major setback.

It goes without saying that everyone on earth has at least one sanctuary. For some, this place is high up in the branches of a tree, where they can touch the sky with outstretched fingertips and feign a lack of attachment to the busy world lying below. For others, this sacred place might be found in a place as close and accessible as a cubbyhole in their own home. For others still, it might be in a library, or on a quiet mountaintop, the hard pews of a church building, or even a person. I myself have found my haven to be far away and, for now, out of my reach, in a city called Wilmington in North Carolina. It is the seventh or eighth largest city in the state, but the downtown area isn’t too busy to relax and breathe in the fresh air drifting from the beach only a few miles away. It is peaceful and serene, but still bustling with just the right amount of life and activity to be always uplifting, and flawless in its own way.

Words like cozy, calm, and memories can be used to describe my special place. A special place depends on the individual you are referring to. To me a special place allows the person to be happy and sad at the same place. This is where all realms of memories are made, allowing the individual to be able to reflect on them when entering that special atmosphere. In the warm summers I sit in our lawn with my dog as the cool wind blows, a feeling falls over me thinking about why I love my home and property so much and that I'm so very thankful to have it. I zone out for hours thinking about all the time that I have spent there with my family and friends. While I never regret any of the memories I have made, I cherish all of them and hold them close to my heart.

As a child, people will always remember certain destinations that stick with them that made a good impression. I have a place that not only made a good impression, it changed me. It made me think off all the things in life people take for granted; places, people, activates. This place brought all though special things in life to one place where I can enjoy them all at the same time. The Oregon coast. Traveling there, as a kid was always special. Waking up early in the morning and driving the long trip there, going through forests, valleys, and cities.

My favorite place growing up, was the library of Downtown Swansea, I love the old book smell, like Petrichor, the pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a dry spell, it makes my mouth water. The librarian, much beloved by me was Shirley Johnson. She was small in stature, a cloud of white hair and freckled button nose. The fact that she rarely smiled did not make her an unfriendly or mean person, in fact she was very sweet, but shy. She could always be found at the library seated on her perch behind the front desk keeping a cautious eye on everything inside. Her diligence was always so graceful. If you were looking for a book or waiting for a returned copy, she would hold the book for you or help you search each shelf until it was located. I will always remember her for her ability to quote Edgar Allan Poe’s "The Raven" with such passion that made me want to listen no matter how many times I heard it.