Descriptive Essay On A Trampoline

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Alice begins her story with Dee’s mother describing her precious yard. The way the narrator describes this bond shows that the yard is something that she keeps very close to her house and that she’s proud. To Dee’s mother the yard, sort of represents a little quite place that she can think and put her thoughts together. She treats it like a child and makes sure

Posted on the New York TImes a young author who goes by Michael Pollon, who decided to share th world about the interest facts about lawns. Even though people step on grass, mow the lawn, or decoreate, he was curious in why people do it. In the article he stated the imporantance different lawns, and how each lawn can represents a family. Such as when the front yard grass is looking well taking care off, you assume that the family is well organized and even though succesful at that. Also when the grass is looking patched with different and the lenght of the grass is different in sizes aand looks like it does not seems to be getting a lot of attention, the home owner is not sucesfful and has a quite messy living. Pollon using a lot of references to back him in his article. Michael brings insight on the Great Gatsby by talking about scene that has to do with lawn care and how imporant Gatsby saw that

There is a sense of coziness and belonging that permeates the beginning of the story. The yard and the

Ted Steinberg’s book American Green gives a detailed description of lawn and its role in America. He gives a history of lawn starting from the origin of the word “lawn” itself in the 16th century and gives wide-ranging anecdotes throughout the book that attempt to show the reader how obsessed Americans are with their lawns. His anecdotes are often meant to represent people all over America, but when you take a step back you realize that they are actually rare stories that provide little broader meaning. Steinberg fails to prove that American’s are obsessed with their lawns because of the poor assumptions he makes and examples he uses.

She states that individuals in her cohort tend to be individualistic and prefer their yards, both physically and metaphorically, to

I awoke to a cacophony of screams, both of excitement and of pain. I jolted up quickly, unable to control my own muscles or vocal chords, as if a spectre was holding me back with airy fingers of death.

I wait for what feels like forever until the door opens again and red light is welcomed in once more. Someone new enters the room from behind me. It sounds like my father. The boots are wet and make a sickening slap each time the contact the ground. He takes incredibly slow steps to make his way towards his me- his lowly subject.

My body halts up immediately at the sound of the familiar voice and without warning vague memories of the past hours flood back into my brain , the panic , the need for survival , the hell .

“Hello”, a voice from above calls out. I hear something in my slumber. I slowly get up, and wipe my eyes.

The house sat on the mostly yellow, dead grass of street in Perry Iowa. It of course held memories just like many other houses, but this one tried hard to forget the memories. It was once a yellow like the dead grass it sits upon now. The newly painted blue on the house was a fresh start to the house – making new memories – but just like the ones forgotten they drown in the blue color. It’s an unforgettable house, unforgettable like the memories it produced.

I was about to turn around to face the familiarity of the voice when I hear a deafening explosion to my right. I did what anyone would under the circumstances. I cowered beneath my arms, ready to anticipate the blazing heat of the flames.

In the image, it looks like a stereotypical suburban family’s house. The property includes a driveway, a car, a house, a wall covering the house, and lots of flowers and bushes. In just the quick glance, it does not look like anything spectacular. However, after reading Harris’s interpretation of the 1950’s stylistic ways of living, it makes more sense as to the layout of the property. In the beginning of the reading, Harris has a main theme of privacy. She describes the

Nelson couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw it. A trampoline, standing there in all its plastic, elastic glory. Instantly, Nelson was all over it. He spent the rest of his day perfecting tricks, bouncing higher, and only stopping the process for bathroom breaks. He enjoyed the trampoline so much over the next days he was devastated when he had realized it was the last Sunday before school started again.

not just a yard. It is like an extended living room” (Walker 1). Mrs. Johnson speaks like she is