Neighborhood Senses

October 26, 2009
By Henry Storm BRONZE, SLC, Utah
Henry Storm BRONZE, SLC, Utah
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I smell the sweet ribs cooking at a neighborhood BBQ
I smell the juicy steak that my mother cooked for dinner
I smell my sweaty teammates as we condition under the hot sun

I taste the sweet and sour candy after I buy it at a local market
I taste the ice cold water trickle down my throat on a hot day
I taste the cold fizzy sprite as I slowly drink it at a basketball game

I hear the zoom of cars as they drive down my street
I hear the neighborhood kids playing night games at nine o-clock
I hear the soccer players screaming for the ball at a Real Salt Lake game

I see the bikers peacefully ride down my street
I see my friends skateboarding in front of me
I see the many blades of grass as I play football on my front lawn

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on May. 6 2010 at 5:34 am
sammie1997 GOLD, Winslow, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
never say goodbye
because goodbye means leaving
and leaving means forgetting
-petter pan

I love the set-up on this story! :)


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