Descriptive Essay - The Old Root Cellar

park rides, though my favorite was of course the Tower of Terror. I went on it with my mom and my

A.j Ranch is a beautiful place it has horses, stables, a rodeo arena, campsite and much more. We stayed in a little cabin, in the woods on their property. It was really small, there were four bunk beds, and a loft. Our troop leader Tabitha Amelia’s mom, and Emma’s mom and Bella’s moms stayed up in the loft, there was three cots. Back on the main floor my troup (a total of 8 girls) slept in bunks. Hailee and I shared a bunk. I slept on the bottom bunk , and Hailee on the top.

A.j Ranch is a beautiful place it has horses, stables, a rodeo arena, campsite and much more. We stayed in a little cabin, in the woods on their property. It was really small, there were four bunk beds, and a loft. Our troop leader Tabitha, and Emma’s and Bella’s moms stayed up in the loft, there was three cots. Back on the main floor my troup (a total of 8 girls) slept in bunks. Hailee and I shared a bunk. I slept on the bottom bunk , and Hailee on the top.

I have worked on my family farm ever since I was fourteen years old. This is where I have gained my love of agriculture. My responsibilities include taking care of my show calves, working cattle, helping with harvesting and planting, and assisting my father with any other needs around the farm. The experiences I have gained through working on my family’s farm will help lead me through the rest of my life.

Fighting with things, those twisty things in the trees. Then I was frightened and I woke up. And I was outside the shelter by myself and I saw something moving in the trees.

My special place is a campsite called Day Maker 23 located on a small island on Namaken Lake in Voyageurs National Park. Voyageurs National Park is located in Orr Minnesota just south of the Canadian border. It is also located on the Eastern edge of the Canadian Shield. An exposed area of Precambrian stone.

After it was finished being built we moved in. And there we stayed.Me since I was 5 I had to attend school So at the end of the summer I applied to North Springs Elementary school. Well my parents did. But I attended North Springs Elementary till I was in 3rd grade. While I was at North Springs a lot of stuff happened. My hamster Dude after about 2 years he died. Of old age. I came home from school and my parents sitting on the stairs to the second floor holding each others hands. They said they had something to tell me, Then they told me my hamster died. They had a burial for him, put him in a computer mouse box. And I decided to put a fake flower on top of his so called grave. Then ended up taking the flower in fear of my 6 year old self would dig it up and I don’t know perform some Frankenstein experiments on the dead hamster. Then after dude died about a year later when I was seven on valentine's day my parents took me to North Carolina. When we got to wherever we was going. We met a nice lady and a dog that she so happened to be giving away because she could no longer take care of it as she was going into the military. So the lady just gave us a dog. She was about 1 year and a half when we got her. She was a

Nestled in a huge dip of land, in Boone, Iowa, is a tiny girl’s camp with cabins tucked into the trees called Bear Creek. Owned by the LDS church, this little piece of wilderness becomes my home away from home, five days during the summer. This collection of stories comes from the summer of 2015, and is a collage of my fondest memories from that week.

You could be in the caves and protect yourself from the rainstorms. You could echo really well in the caves, and I spent hours making noises in them, only to hear them again. My friends and I would build lively fires with the wooden beams in the caves and watch the bats shrivel away from the light. We would play caveman and draw pictures on the wall with charcoal. I did this with all the other children left in the town, and we were happy. A few of the boys my age would always tell me that I was too old to play in the caves now, and that I should do other things with them. I didn’t want to though, the caves were my favorite

At the front gate, there were weeds all over what used to be a garden. The door suddenly swung on its creaky hinges. Pitch black. You couldn’t see a thing in the cabin. Every couple of minutes shingles would fall off the roof. I was scared. Terrified. Then I heard creaking floorboards.

At younger ages, my niece Mckenzie and I used to go to my abuela’s house all the time. The old woman with the Panamanian accent loved spending time with her family, and it gave my parents and brother a break from watching over us. Mckenzie and I had many places where we would play, but none as often as the basement.

The church that we were sleeping in was one big, cold, room with concrete floors, and a stage. I only slept a few hours that night on the sleeping sponges because I was so aware of all the noises of snoring people, dogs barking, and cars zooming past the church building at very high speeds. The restroom was outdoors with three or four stalls with small doors facing a cornfield I could see over. The wind was blowing through the stalks of corn and rustling leaves, giving the illusion that there is something moving through the field. After that night, I planned to only go to the bathroom during the day because it was scary and all the other villages had rickety wooden boundaries around a stinky hole in the ground; if you drop something down there, it is never coming back. I was overwhelmed by the big change in scenery and suddenly missed everything from home, and realized that this was just the

I turned on my flashlight, it was the first thing that came to my mind. As, the bright light flashed its way on, were the “shadow” I saw a couple seconds ago was gone, it must have gone back into the house have to check this out. I decided to go into the “Haunted Mansion”, I walked in and every step I took, the wooden floor made a loud “CREAK!!!” The lights are so dim, that you can’t see anything far away into the darkness, this was literally a maze. I walked until I noticed there was a staircase heading up to this second floor. I took a couple steps towards the stairs then All of sudden, the most creepiest sound in history of sounds filled my ears, it was the sound of tiny footsteps of children running around… I took one step onto the stairs and it made a huge noise. Then the running noise stopped. I listen, my heart stopped……

I decided to look around the house and see what it was like. There were four bedrooms, two bathrooms, A kitchen, living room, and a den. I just figured out there was a up and a down stairs. I decided to be brave and take a look up stairs. As I walked up the stairs the stairs creaked as i was shaking scared that I would fall in. BOOM!!!!!!!, a loud noise I hear. The house was so scary I was feeling very sick I just wanted to get out! There was no way for me to get out I was trapped.

As a child the most important place to me was the block in my neighborhood I grew up on. It was a particularly long and very wide street with several pairs of incredibly tall palm trees spread throughout both sidewalks. There was no shortage of playmates; almost every other home on the block had children around my age I could play with. There was also an older generation of teenagers that hung around together. I also had other family members living down the street from my house on the same block. As the children played daily so did the adults. The men of the block all met daily after work rotating from one home to another. They could be seen sitting around every