Fort Wayne Descriptive Writing

grew up in Chicago, Illinois, a beautiful city surrounded by violence and controversy by the media. I found things more simple when I was kid growing up here, there wasn't much to worry about but as I got older things became more complex here. The sounds of the " L "' or as you know it as, The Train, and the roaring sounds of cars passing by my house made me feel alive while growing up and as a matter of fact still does. You could wake up in the morning and see the vibrant blue skies being pierced by the skyscrapers and see other kids playing ball or riding their bikes. When it was summer time I would play ins sprinklers or go downtown and play in the fountains with my family. Of course, like most big cities I had to watch my back while growing up because you never knew what somebody was up to. It's weird really growing up here because you never know what's going to happen next , wether it's a good thing or a bad thing. All I can really say about growing up in Chicago is that if I had the chance to redo it, I'd do if a million times.

My hometown is Atlanta Georgia. I was born in Atlanta Georgia and I am grateful to have been able to have grown up in here. Atlanta is a very important city in Georgia because it is the capital city of the State and it is the most populated. The city was first named after Governor Lumpkins young daughter in 1837 named "Marthasville", but was changed by the chief engineer of the Georgia Railroad to "Atlanta". Right now I am living in my hometown and I wish to live here for the rest of my life.

I take pride in saying that I am from Iowa, because Iowa has a strong family and community values. I was raised in Bellevue, Iowa and it was important that I learned small town values and how to be part of a community. Just like many other cities in Iowa, Bellevue is very good at welcoming new members into our community. For a small town, Bellevue offers many activities and groups that keep everyone involved. I have always been a very family orientated girl and to me, that is what Iowa stands for.

The only state I have ever known as home is North Carolina. I was born and raised in Charlotte and the only time I have ever moved away was last year to start a new chapter of my life as a college student. Growing up in Charlotte has had such an impact on what I plan to do with my future. As a young child I always thought of Charlotte as the next best thing to New York City. I shortly realized after visiting that was not quite the case. New York City introduced me to a new world of opportunity.

I was born in a big city called Baltimore, MD, but raised in a small town called Saint Stephen, SC. My mother had to relocate in order to take care of my ailing great-grandfather. While working toward her

Nestled snuggly into the Blue Ridge Mountains was Ridgecrest, North Carolina. Getting there was no joke seeing as the ears popped every five minutes, but the scenery was beautiful.

My home town is Butler,Missouri. Nothing to be that proud of. I left it as soon as I finished high school,

Growing up as a child, I was different from the rest of the kids in my current community. I grew up in a tiny religious dot, barely recognizably on a map; West Union, Ohio. I moved to Cincinnati shortly before my first grade year, but I can visually account for many memories that were created during my first portion of life in West Union.

I grew up in Yankton, a small town in South Dakota. Yankton isn't a glamorous place. But it is beautiful in its own way. My community has many problems, but many admirable traits as well. If given the choice, I would never choose another hometown.

I have lived in New Harmony, Indiana since I turned three. New Harmony easily remains one of the smallest towns in the state. Although New Harmony became my hometown, I was born in Indianapolis; it is scary to wonder about who I would be if I had grown up in the largest city in the state rather than here. “Here” being a town with a population of around 800 and one K-12 school with an enrollment of less than 200. This is the atmosphere that I grew up in. By the time I made it through 1st Grade, I was attending all of the basketball games, rooting for the Rappites and belting out the school song. I became New Harmony Rappite down to my bones.

I was born in Dallas, Texas and moved to Denver, Colorado when I was three, and when I turned twelve we moved to Willard, Missouri. I am now 25 so Springfield is not really a new area for me but when I first moved here is was defiantly a place I had to get used to. I not only went from the city and a stop light right outside my bedroom window to living in the country on a farm but I also went from very divers cities to being a major minority. Springfield was described to me as a beautiful small town, compared to big cities like Denver and Dallas Springfield is truly a small town for me. Growing I was very sheltered so I saw that I was a minority but as far as the need in this town I never really noticed it until my husband and I started mentoring troubled youth and I started seeing the drug use, high school drop outs, and low income that comes with broken homes.

New Richland, Minnesota is the little back-country town that I grew up in. My family moved to New Richland when I was ten, and I lived there until I graduated High School. Folks from my hometown loved spending time out on the nearby lake, cheering on the High School sports teams, eating out at the local bar, and going drinking every weekend. The older I grew I realized that those activities did not amuse me in the slightest. That is why when I graduated High School I moved far away and never looked

Breathe in. Breathe out. Take in the air, the bite of the wind, rush of cars and gaze up at the skyscrapers above. For some, Chicago is just another location, a point on the map, but for me it has a special place in my heart, due to the weather, its stunning beauty and the way it gives me a sense of belonging.

Gunshots, screaming, thumping of footsteps, sweat, heavy-breathing, heat, cold, puking, nerves running crazy--all common sounds and feelings felt by a cross country athlete. Cross country is a nerve-racking sport, along with good times, and making relationships with teammates that will last a lifetime.

Once I got there, I realized that the room was different from the first and second levels. This room was smaller and had less ticket windows and less train gates. The room also had the booth in the middle but it was made of wood and it looked older than the earth. The lights were dim and sort of flickering. Something was weird about this level because everyone was dressed like eight-ninety-something. “Wow, this place is awesome,” I mumbled to myself.