Back Home for a While

February 22, 2010
By JessicaScaffidi SILVER, Tucson, Arizona
JessicaScaffidi SILVER, Tucson, Arizona
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Back Home for a While

I miss the sun. It’s not supposed to be cloudy and rainy in Arizona anyway. But even if the clouds parted right now, and those brilliant rays reached down through my window to kiss my cheeks good morning, I would not be satisfied. I miss the grass. I miss running through wet grass during the summer; without shoes, without socks, and without a care in the world. Well, here you can’t walk around barefoot. Not unless you want a sticker form the surplus of cacti you see on every road, stuck in you foot. There is no grass. Only rocks lie on the ground just welcoming you to stub your toe. I miss the cool, dreamy, cotton candy, ocean breeze. The way it felt on my neck while I was riding up the Ferris wheel, hoping to stop at the very top. I miss looking out over the horizon from that Ferris wheel, and seeing nothing but peaceful ocean. It seemed to blend in with the sky. That’s what I absolutely loved most. I loved walking down the beach, spotting glints of sand dollar and clam to scoop up into my bucket. I loved running as fast as my little legs would let me towards the water and throwing myself into the foam of the sea. I loved standing in the sand, letting the waves dance around me while my feet sank deeper and deeper into the ocean floor. Ah, those warm days of summer. I remember wishing it would never end. But all I have not is the memories. When I was eleven, too soon, we moved away from my favorite place. That Ferris wheel isn’t there anymore. They tore it down not too long ago. And now we rarely visit; but when we do I make sure I get a chance to go back home for a while.

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