My Favorite Place To Visit

As a child, I devoured as many words as possible. Living in a rural area of Northern Michigan, books helped me pass the time and gave me chances to use my imagination. I collected books; I wanted a library like the one that the Beast gave to Belle in my favorite Disney movie. Some of my childhood favorites included classics such as Harold and the Purple Crayon, Ramona and Beezus, and anything by Shel Silverstein or Roald

Books have been the main source of obtaining information and discovering a world of knowledge, imagination, and exploration throughout all periods of time.

My favorite place to be is Chick-Fil-A. Chick-Fil-A is a bright red and light colored brown building with a plant statue of a cow, an outside eating area, and a drive through. When you walk in you might hear the frier, or the timer for the waffle fries, people talking, kids playing on the plastic playground, and you might hear the drink machine running if you are at the counter. Some of things you will touch, that could be very gross, are food, tables, door handles, condiment containers, and more than likley your disgusting, filthy money. At Chick-Fil-A you will probably taste chicken because pretty much everything they serve at Chick-Fil-A is chicken, of course. You could also end up tasting their amazing milkshakes or your everyday

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.

I met with Greg Williams, who has been an archivist at California State University, Dominguez Hills (CSUDH) for 11 years. Prior to arriving at CSU Dominguez Hills in 2004, Mr. Williams was curator of photographs at the San Diego Historical Society. He has also worked as an archivist and curator for the New Jersey Historical Society, Rutgers University, the Colonial Williamsburg Foundation, and the Oregon State Archives. He has traveled all over the country. Mr. Williams received his master’s degree in creative writing from the University of Oregon and his bachelor’s degree in journalism from Michigan State University. However, he did mention that this is his favorite location.

My experience with literature started when I was in the first grade. My first-grade teacher was named Ms. Young. Every Friday, all the teachers would come together to have story time and read the children a book. I would be so excited for story time because I would sit down with my best friends Ashley and Jordan, and we would listen to the teacher that was assigned to read to us. During story time, all the children would gather around in a big circle and the teacher would be in the center in a big brown rocking chair, and read. Over time in the school year, the children would read bigger and longer books like the Junie B. Jones series, chapter books, and the extreme level, which would be the Harry potter series. Sometimes I would fall asleep because the book that was read was very dull. I remember Ms. Young read to us the “Very Hungary Caterpillar”9 by Eric Carle. I loved that book as a child. It had great illustrations of the caterpillar turning into a butterfly. This book made me love reading for the rest of my life. Now in college, I love to read books. I only

My favorite place is San Clemente in California. I remember my first time going there falling in love with that town. I have a friend who invited me to come over his house, and I went two years ago. Since that occasion San Clemente turned into my favorite place to be. In this paper, I am going to explain a little bit of the background of this story. When I first got here I remember passing hard times as an international student since I could not get use to speaking the language, living in a different country and living a different life style. During my first week in school in The United States I knew a friend from California whom always hang out with, so was on spring break when I got to go to San Clemente for the first time in my entire life. I will describe further how is that place like and why is my favorite.

I just read “How Places Let Us Feel The Past”, a New York Times article by T. M. Luhrmann, and it made me think more about Charlotte and our Goldfield reading assignment. Even though I live in Matthews, about 30 minutes away, I have never actually gone into the city very often. I've visited a couple of times to go to the art museums, both the Bechtler and Mint, though I really wish that I've gone more. I love going places, especially places that make you feel something. Just like this article discussed, places can make you feel things, whether it be that place's history, a sense of spirituality, or a connection to the other people. Sometimes it can even be overwhelming at times. That's why the addition of museums, especially the Museum of the New South, as Goldfield mentioned, are so important, and in a way, essential. Even though it may not seem like a necessity,

My favourite place in the world is Camp Hurontario located in the Georgian Bay directly next to the Massassauga provincial park. This is an area that I feel very strongly about because of the influential effect it has had on my life and the way it makes me feel whenever I go back. When choosing Camp Hurontario as my favourite place I went back to look at our class definitions on the ideas of place and space to help my choice. “Place is defined as a portion of geographical space occupied by a person or thing”(Duncan 1981), structured by the locale, location and the structure of feeling. Using the idea of place outlined by Duncan above I can define my favourite place through landscape, culture, and history.

I realized as I got older I had so many options of books to read. The different types of genres and books the world had to offer was so amazing to me. As I got a little older and the years went on, I learned that I really enjoyed chapter books. I soon came upon the set of books called “ The Magic Tree House,” by Mary Pope Osborne. Osborne created a set of books that made you think that anything was possible. This set of books definitely made an impact on my life and showed me what literacy was all

I first reading as a young girl and my mother loved to take my sisters and I to the library. I loved looking at all of the books and choosing the best one. I became interested in books that were about adventure. My favorite one had a gypsy girl who was constantly trying to save other people from the evil monsters.

The Shelby County Public Library has always been a place near and dear to my heart. As a young child I attended many of their creative programs, and now I check out novels and stories, from all sorts of genres. Because of my fondness towards the library, I decided to spend my evening there, with the librarians I’ve learned to love.

Ever since I was a little first grader, I loved going to the library. I adored walking down an aisle towering with books of used spines that smelled like old paper and adventure. My excitement for reading and writing has not decreased. I always put time aside for reading books and writing in my journal.

Paris Texas is a beautiful place full of historic buildings, and crisp, green hills. It is a very small town in Northern Texas where everyone knows everyone. A place dominated by small businesses, and a town that nearly burned to the ground in 1916. This special town contains a Plaza Theater that dates back to 1926, which is located directly across from the Culbertson fountain right in the middle of the town square. Lastly, it is a place where almost all of my family lives, thanks to my grandparents deciding to settle down here after my grandfather got out of the service. This town never stops impressing me, people help their neighbors out on their farms, restaurants provide free meals for the homeless and every Saturday night everyone from the town gathers for a movie in the park with their loved ones. But that is not the best part, my absolute favorite part of this small town, is a 3 bedroom, brown, brick house that lies on the end of a narrow dirt road.

As I sit here, on the hood of my car looking out into the vast field I think to myself, why this place? Out of all the places that mean so much to me, why does this place stand out the most? Everyone has that one spot that is special to him or her for various reasons whether it be a memory, experience, how it makes them feel, etc. For me, my favorite place encompasses all my senses bringing them to an all time high filling me with an overwhelming indescribable feeling. It’s my sanctuary, a safe place, but above all a place to clear my mind and getaway from reality. There aren’t enough captivating words to describe the beauty of this place. In the winter, the vast field covered in a blanket of untouched glimmering snow surrounded by bare