So, I feel pretty proud of myself right now. Why? I just wrote (what I think) a pretty great paper in twenty eight minutes!! Haha, I only texted one person about it first, then I decided I would share with my Facebook world. The goal of this paper was to persuade someone to love a certain place. It could be a restaurant, a city, a state...just any place really. Well, knowing me, I chose Seattle. After reading this paper, hopefully you will be online looking at house prices ;) I'm totally kidding...kind of. A slight disclaimer though, and I can't believe I'm admitting this online, I do enjoy my current town. Well, I hope you enjoy the read, and please, comment and let me know how I did! (I'll keep you posted on what my teacher gives me for a grade--so far my track record is: 99, 100, 100. We'll see if I can keep those 100's)
Seattle,
The Emerald City of Dreams
Allison
De Arton
Eastern
Idaho Technical College
English
101-01, J. Haeberle
April
10, 2014
Seattle:
The Emerald City of Dreams
How many children do you know
between the ages of six and fourteen? If the answer is even as low as one, you
know that children are picky. They have to have to have things the way they
want. Well, between the ages of six and fourteen in my life, I myself had the world in my
hands. A simple concept at the time, yet now it seems unattainable. Why did I
have the whole world in the palm of my hands? I lived in the most beautiful
place in the world: Seattle, Washington. The breath of fresh air that the
evergreens provide allowed a beautiful, healthy childhood. Growing up in the
Pacific Northwest is any child’s dream, and every adult’s fantasy.
Located in the western most part of
the state, before the peninsula, Seattle offers a variety of arts, culture, and
beauty. In the heart of the city itself you’ll find music from bands you've never heard of, food you would never have tried, and people you’d like to know.
As a young one, my eyes lit up every time going to Seattle was the plan.
There’s something relaxing about driving through the streets with the sun
peering in when the trees allowed. I couldn't help but close my eyes and
imagine the fast moving shadows were dancing across my childhood dreams, each
one taking their place in my creative mind. The majestic mountains point to the
sky as you come around the bends of the road. Such mountains include Mt.
Rainier, which can be viewed if you travel south of Seattle. The lush greenery
and freshly cleaned air provides a painted look to the scenery on your way to
Seattle. As a child, there isn't anything more that can ignite the mind.
Seattle was once known as the third
highest state for the worst traffic. Growing up with traffic, I actually love
being stuck in it now. So many cars driving the same roads to reach different
destinations can cause confusion and frustration. If you are constantly
surrounded by such distress, you find ways to find comfort in it. As the rain
spills on to the windshield, the red lights of the brakes in front of you add a
glow to each water droplet. With each windshield wiper movement, the water
refracts and each drop finds its own path. Even though the traffic may take a
while to move through, there is beauty in watching the never ending rain, and
knowing you have time to enjoy it. The wet roads glow with an inviting warmth
that guides you to Seattle. The markings on the road stay clear and clean, assuring
you they will not lead you astray. Yes, traffic can be troublesome, but to this
day it still provides a sense of comfort to me.
As one travels into the city, you
can see the buildings slowly grow taller and taller, showing their pride in
being well built. Lining the Puget Sound, the city reflects off the calming
water. Even when tossed with waves, the water provides a cool breeze which
allows a sensation of possibility and achievement. Anything is possible in
Seattle, any goal attainable. When the sun shines and finally decides to rest
for the night, the rays of warmth coat the city in their glow. When the stars
arrive at their designated time, they dance with the moon across the sky.
Planes and jets accompany them in what seems like the life of the party in the star kissed display above. The glittering buildings shimmer through their windows, making the night
an enjoyable adventure. The cars continue to hustle around the highways, never
sleeping, never stopping. Laughter and acoustic guitars fill the streets with
music that sparks an interest in staying awake for a few more hours. Even with
the rain trickling down your cheek, the thrill of the night doesn’t cease.
As a child, there are many things to
learn and explore. Seattle provides such adventures like the Pacific Science
Center, Woodland Park Zoo, and the Seattle aquarium. When I was living there, I
was able to go with my school class and spend the night at the Pacific Science
Center and the Woodland Park Zoo. These places provided knowledgeable
volunteers and employees who taught us children things about space and animals.
We were able to spend an eventful and educational weekend with specialists who
loved their jobs. There were also many islands to visit in the Puget Sound.
Each island could be accessed by ferries which ran on a timed schedule each
day. The public school I attended took us to one of these islands and we
learned about the Native Americans which first inhibited the land. At each
destination we went as a class, whether it be a city attraction or a protected
natural environment, we were fed delicious food both physically and mentally.
Seattle raises her children to be educated and competent in such a competitive
world.
Driving home from such fun filled
days in the Emerald City was a perfect way to fall asleep. Safely attached to
the vehicle while riding in the backseat, heavy eyelids often find their way to meet their
lower partner. I can only be certain that tired parents find joy in discovering
their energetic child fast asleep in the back of their car. So much
accomplished in just one day, there must have been a sense of pride in each
parent knowing they created lifelong memories for their young one.
Each day that ended, I would crawl
into my warm bed and crack the window just enough to hear the plethora of frogs
sing their chorus. As I drifted into my dreams, I would picture the one bullfrog
that would only grace me with his tone every now and then. He sang me to sleep,
and joined the shadows in their dance of my imagination.
-Allison S. De Arton
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