Essay+Of+Place+Rough+Draft

I like the first line, maybe change to the story of my backyard includes... The history of my backyard goes like this, a dog, which is like the past, and several children, who are like the future, left my place to go to their place. __**//They leave behind assorted bits of their past, leaving us to find uses for them. For the first few days we would stumble across them, and put them in our own box of past. //**__ We found most of them in the garden. There garden was full of mint, which**//__.__//** I would pick to make homegrown tea. Delicious. The garden also had bluebells, and the occasional tulip. **//__I remember walking through it, the path stones cool and scratchy on my feet__//**. The little pebbles by the path had small green and blue stones, and occasionally a pink one. You're saying occasionally a lot. The path went directly under the dining room window, then stopped directly above a bed of rocks at a height of the width of three railroad ties. I would often jump down from the path onto the rocks barefoot, which stung and made the rocks grind together. Why did I do this? I have no idea. There were some bags of wood chips next to the side of the house, and I crawled on top of them and chalked some random bricks blue on the side of the house. They are still colored blue, because they didn't wash off before we left. Why did I color them blue? I'm lucky I didn't have to clean the side of the house. There was a maple tree next to the rocks, and it was good for climbing. Wrapped around a branch is a piece of rope so old the tree grew around it. It was impossible to remove the rope from the branch. There was also an old nail in another branch that we used to hang things on. Old. Grey. Next to the maple was a tall cottonwood tree that smelled of decay and had to be cut down. Devastating. I would sit in the summer and watch the seeds float away through a tissue paper sky. Why did the tree have to be cut down? In the fall the leaves from the trees made a huge pile of leaves that took all five of us to rake up. There were berry bushes along the back fence. What kind of bushes were they? I never found out. In one corner the bushes were very thick and I would crawl under them like they were a fort. We moved out of that house in eighth grade, and I never saw the backyard again. We moved into that house in second grade. Some flowers occasionally grew in the grass by the porch. Why did they grow there? They were small and pretty, and we had to take care to not step on them in the spring. In the spring it was very lush and colorful, but in the winter it was very bare. One year I made a snowman in the shadow of the fence that lasted long after the rest of the snow had melted. There was a flower bush on the other side of the house that grew white flowers in clumps that looked like snowballs. **//__They wilted quickly, so while they bloomed we would pick the largest bunches and throw them at each other like snowballs in spring.__//**

My place is a backyard. The backyard is from a house I moved out of in eighth grade. There were three trees in the yard, a maple with a piece of rope so old the tree bark grew around it, a cottonwood tree, and another maple tree. The large cottonwood tree is gone. I remember when it still stood. The cottonwood tree smelled of decay and had to be cut down. The tree's seeds were fluffy and light. The trees in my backyard have a lot to do with the sky, and the sky has a lot to do with the mountains. There was a small garden next to the brick porch, bluebells and the occasional tulip grew there. They made that corner of the yard smell like pollen. There was a birdhouse on the windowsill above the garden, and one day when I was walking through the garden, a sparrow flew out with a soft swoosh and brushed my face. In the fall, the leaves from the trees landed on the grass with a soft rustle. **//__The sky in my backyard is an ocean, blue tissue paper, a viewpoint.__//** I remember crawling under the bushes in by the back fence pretending they were a fort. Another detail that stands out was that fact that our next-door neighbors back fence didn't meet with the fence behind them, so if I managed to crawl through the bushes, which made the river rocks grind together, I could stand in between the two fences. On one side of the house, I colored random bricks blue with some chalk. It never did come off. I remember in the winter sliding down the small hill on a sled, and then trying to crawl up the hill using just my arms while still on the sled. There were some wild raspberry bushes, and the raspberries were very sweet and tart. The Maple tree was good to climb, and from the top I could see the Dairy Queen at the edge of the neighborhood. **//__The view of the mountains was also very good. It was very windy at the top, and the branches were smaller, so I was always scared that the branch would sway and break.__//** I would sometimes shout down from the top of the tree to the people below and watch them trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. Occasionally a giant weed would grow on one side of the yard and would be almost as tall as me. If I looked really closely at it I could see bugs like ants, aphids, and ladybugs crawling on it. Sometimes they got stuck and I could see their little bodies curled up on the weed stem. The weed would always be very thorny, and my mom would have to struggle with it to pull it. On one side of the house there was a flower bush, with white flowers in clumps that looked like snowballs. In the spring we would pull off the flower clumps and throw them at each other, so we could have snowball fights in spring. We also found the ash trap door on the outside of the chimney and played in that. We dug a small hole by the gate to put stuff in, like a piece of broken glass, and random sticks. There was also a broken down wooden swingset that didn’t have the swings attached, so we used it as a sort of treehouse. Since there were three large trees in the backyard, we always had a huge pile of leaves to jump in in the fall. We would then stuff the leaves into bags designed to look like a scarecrow for Halloween. Some of the bricks were loose on the edge of the porch, so one year on April fools one of my little brothers and I took them and scattered them around the yard to try and convince my other brother that all the birds had turned into bricks.

In my backyard, by myself, life is the heart of it all. **__In the spring the garden grows sweet bluebells that look like minuscule grapes. Some have long stems and lots of flowers, others are just short and sweet.__** Me and my little brothers would often pick some to put in a little bowl on the table. There was also a bush that grew near the side of the house, which we called the snowball bush. What type of flowers were they really? It grew small white flowers in clumps like snowballs. They were soft, and if held in the hand slightly squishy. They wilted quickly, so while they bloomed we would pick the largest bunches and throw them at each other like snowballs in spring. Exhilarating. **//__There were often mourning doves I would hear calling. It was beautiful and soft, echoing on the deserted black streets.__//** The bold line could be your intro sentence. In the summer the bushes near the fence would grow verdant green, perfect for hiding. My favorite spot was at the bottom of the little hill, where I could look out comfortably at everyone and no one could look back at me.I like the second half of the line **//__In the summer I would often climb the maple tree, and examine the mysterious piece of old rope that was permanently attached to the tree. It was so old the tree bark had grown around it, making the piece of rope a part of the tree forever.__//** There was also an old rusted nail, rather grainy to the touch, and difficult to remove. **//__They were never removed, becoming bits of past left for the new owners of the house.__//** Why were they there? In the fall the leaves from the trees would fall gently to the ground, creating a huge pile for me and my brothers to jump in. The leave crumbs would stick to our clothes, and get in our shoes, and get tangled in my hair, so we had to wait outside for our parents to sweep off the leave pieces so the house would stay clean. In winter, the snow would cover everything, and all sound would be absorbed by the fluffy white blanket. I remember one year there was a blizzard-the snow was three feet deep. The snow was so tall, there was only a foot of fence sticking up to separate mine and my neighbors places. **//__I felt like I could just climb over and be in a different world.__//** On the other side of the yard, the large spreading branches of the maple tree prevented most of the snow from reaching the ground, so we swam our way to the bottom of the hill and stood under the sagging branches. Exhausting. They created a kind of roof for the ground, there was barely a foot of snow on the ground here. The bushes were covered in smooth snow, and I felt like I could just walk on top of them and drop down into my other neighbors yard. Being in my place and belonging in this cycle of life - it feels, so good, it feels so good it feels, so good, it feels so good - it feels so good. You need to make your point clear on what is your realization? go into detail on it. At the beginning explain what led to the realization that happened in your place and at the end bluntly say it.

old and tall spreading my seeds before the fall
 * I __//am the cottonwood tree//__**

The wind carries them over the maple whose whirligig seeds fall where they're able

And past the girl in the //**green lawn chair**// staring up at the sky blue and fair

My roots go deep for Winter's sleep But their tangled clot couldn't stop the rot

I was the cottonwood tree Dead and gone my shadow no longer greets the dawn

My brown disease stopped winter's freeze and in my place nary a trace



__**//They leave behind assorted bits of their past, leaving us to find uses for them. For the first few days we would stumble across them, and put them in our own box of past. //**__ **//__I remember walking through it, the path stones cool and scratchy on my feet__//**. **//__They wilted quickly, so while they bloomed we would pick the largest bunches and throw them at each other like snowballs in spring.__//** **//__The sky in my backyard is an ocean, blue tissue paper, a viewpoint.__//** **//__They wilted quickly, so while they bloomed we would pick the largest bunches and throw them at each other like snowballs in spring.__//** **//__The view of the mountains was also very good. It was very windy at the top, and the branches were smaller, so I was always scared that the branch would sway and break.__//** **__In the spring the garden grows sweet bluebells that look like minuscule grapes. Some have long stems and lots of flowers, others are just short and sweet.__** **//__In the summer I would often climb the maple tree, and examine the mysterious piece of old rope that was permanently attached to the tree. It was so old the tree bark had grown around it, making the piece of rope a part of the tree forever.__//** **//__They were never removed, becoming bits of past left for the new owners of the house.__//** **//__I felt like I could just climb over and be in a different world.__//**
 * //__There were often mourning doves I would hear calling. It was beautiful and soft, echoing on the deserted black streets.__//**