Home By The Lake by Alya Supangkat I am from a messy bedroom, shared with my brother and sister. Toys lay on the floor, followed by books. I am from the quiet library, where endless books line the walls on shelves. Astounding adventures fill every single page. I am from satisfying holiday breaks, spent inside watching Charlie Brown on TV. I am from James Hill, where the hill reaches the sky. Rows and rows of sleds line up on top of the hill. Children’s laughter rings in the air. I am from the cozy dining room when winter comes, I snuggle in a blanket while drinking hot chocolate. I am from freezing winters, where frost covers the windows. I am from high winds and thunder. Hail showers and slush. I am from Ridgeville Park, where flowers bloom in springtime. I lie on the soft grass and smell the morning dew. I am from the hot and sweaty summers of Evanston. The beach fills up with delight every single roasting day. The cool lake water trickles down my spine, refres...
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