Words To Describe Warrenton

. I can’t help but feel out of place in this town, my every public move watched by people by the dozen. I feel like a complete foreigner in my own land, the townsfolk were bitter, cold and unwelcoming. It felt like there was something here, a spooky vibe radiating of every little thing. The town belonged in a book not a thing out of place, not a drunk to be scene, it was every preachers dream.

Since I have lived in multiple locations as a child and teenager, I had to think about what place to consider as my hometown. I was born in the crazy world of Hollywood, California, although I did not live there for very long. I also lived in other cities while growing up, and chose just one to focus on, San Dimas. Since I had several painful experiences while residing there, I was never crazy about living in San Dimas, for I lived in an area where several people were cruel to me. They would call me names, throw objects at me and threaten to harm me physically. This occurred in my neighborhood and at school. Luckily, I had a small group of friends with whom I explored the city and the surrounding hills nearby. We would hike and find old mines,

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.

1. What descriptive details does the author use to make it clear that the setting of the story is a small town?

The Souths that I fit more into are Athens and Savannah, probably because of the people and the atmosphere. For some reason, some students always love to bring up “community” and how it works so great in these small towns. Well, I hate to break it to them, but this community they are so fond of is full of what my coworker Savanah, a Blue Ridge native, calls, “People who want to get in your business and then stab you in the back. Don’t trust a lot of people here because they are fake.” The communities in Athens and in Savannah might not be as small as Blue Ridge, but the people manage to be friendly and are not nosy when it comes to your life. Not all my encounters with people here have been negative. I’ve made friends here and enjoy them, but they definitely are not like some of my classmates. What captivates me in this Blue Ridge South is the nature. It’s my favorite part of this place and it always will be because I sense that I am whole in it.

DESCRIBE: what are the streets like? Stop signs? Sidewalks? Houses close together? A rich side and poor side of town? Markets? Stores? Playgrounds? Places to congregate

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

I was born in Warner Robins, Georgia but, since I am a military brat I have live multiple places mostly in the south. After my dad retired from the Airforce I was raised in Kennesaw Georgia where we still live now. I have one older brother who is studying to become a music producer and also was fortunate enough of being raised by two amazing parents. My father, who retired from

When it comes to small towns people who haven’t lived in one tend to think that they are boring or bland. However a chat with some of the people who have always lived in a town of less than four-hundred people for their entire lives really paints a new picture. Donnie Moyer has lived outside of Terril, Iowa his entire life on a farm working for his father until his passing in which he took control of the property. When we discussed “How has the town change since you’ve lived here?” he responded with “It hasn’t change at all it's still the same place I grew up in.” Some see this as being bland but in today's age with all the technological change it is refreshing to see some are happy with their roots. Going on from that I asked him about his

The main people get around by privately owned vehicles. There were numerous car rental places and I noted 5 bus stops within a short distance near by the neighborhood. The streets are narrow throughout the neighborhood, with no sidewalks, and numerous pot holes. Located closer to the school were painted side walks and crossing guards during school hours. The main streets on the outer boundaries of the neighborhood were evenly paved, had crosswalks and sidewalks.

The first thing this town needs is a better look. One way we can improve the looks of the town is by cleaning up litter. We could also ad some trees. It would also be a good idea to add some bike trails. I would improve the looks of the town by planting trees, cleaning litter, and adding trails.

When you are walking along the Main Street you do not see any huge glowing street signs or anything like that but you can smell various scents. The most persistent one was a smell of French fries. It makes an impression once you get closer to the restaurants which are located in this street. Everything here reminds me of my home: small flowerbeds near a petrol station, townhouses with tall trees all around them and various restaurants with different cuisines.

No park, corner shop not even a pub. Well that’s a lie there was a pub but it was open then it was closed then it was open and then it was closed. You get the picture. Now it is a load of houses. Up the long windy road, there is a church. Churches are known for encouraging people to pray and worship God. Well, that’s the exact opposite of what I want to do when I see that church. It’s just too sinister. The vicar is called David. He’s not the most approachable person. He has got a mustache that looks like a rat ready to pounce. I try to avoid him at all costs. The local farmer is called John. You would think that he would be a normal farmer who would look after animals and grow crops but no he’s a farmer who wanted to be different. Farmer John is the owner of a strawberry farm. That’s probably the only plus of living in the village. You can have unlimited strawberries.

I just have some questions about this town, things I’ve been trying to figure out.”

The welcome arch spanned the two lanes and looked sturdy enough to drive a tank across. The rest of Church Street proceeds a half-a-mile or so from the sign to James Street and the middle of the village. This street and many of the adjoining side streets conjured up images of a quaint New England town with a profusion of oaks and maples surrounding well kept, two story, wooden-framed houses. The Village maintained a strip of grass between the curb and the sidewalks that run parallel to the street on both sides. The areas close to the houses typically displayed neatly trimmed scrubs and flowers.