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It Is Better Here Essay

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It’s Better Here jc Keadle Gold 5 Colorado runs through my veins in partnership with my blood. The air, the trees, the animals, the rivers, the mountains, and the people are part of the makeup of my DNA. I feel like I belong here, standing between the Rocky Mountains, and I think this is partially due to the fact that the paternal half of my family used to call this place home. Everything in Colorado appeals to me; it’s better here. The air is better here. It probably still has traces of the contaminants from big cities and automobiles, but the air is cleaner here than it is in the industrial playground of the Midwest. The air smells of the earth, and it’s the most relaxing scent I have inhaled in my nearly eighteen years. Maybe it’s …show more content…

However, the mountains are ruthless towards every living thing in the winter and spring months with sudden blizzards and chilling winds. The mountains are the guardians of the west, and their rocky magnificence is something that cannot compare to any sand filled paradise. It’s so peaceful here. Birds singing, water gushing, and leaves rustling. Bears wander down from the hills to feed on fish and splash in the cool streams. Deer prance through fields of tall grasses and yellow wildflowers. Small birds dart between pine trees and cedar trees, and squirrels curiously scurry around the forest floor. If you’re lucky (and I was), you’ll see an antelope grazing on grasses and leaves near the road. The variety of wildlife makes this place different, and the people here only add to the list of rarities found only in Colorado. Colorado is especially unique in its culture. Everyone lives alongside one another in harmony. Cowboys neighbor businessmen and businessmen neighbor criminals, but no one seems to mind (as long as you’re a Bronco’s fan). The Colorado culture is so diverse and accepting of its thrill-seeking visitors. The diversity of Colorado is evident in every aspect including its dining options. The child version of my father survived off of the famous sopaipillas filled with liquid gold honey at Casa Bonita, and returning there with my grandmother allowed for a trip down memory lane. The stories are not hard to imagine with my

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