Favorite Spot in Nature

My Grandfather's Farm.

Five emotions I associate with it:
1. Nostalgia
 2. Tranquility
            3. Adventurousness
         4. Feeling at home
  5. Challenged

Five Senses:

1. Sight- Trees surround me and tower over me, protecting me from the rays of the sun. Running water passes under my feet as I walk across the thin log over the creek.

2. Touch- I would run to the corn crib barefoot with my cousins , grass sticking to the undersides of my feet, and grabbing for the best pieces, some of them with half of the kernels missing, some falling into my hands. I would hold onto the rusty fence to stabilize myself and throw the corn into the pen.

3. Smell- Waking up in the morning with the smell of pancakes and (ironically) bacon filling my senses. In the mornings, the clothes blowing in the breeze give off the scent of clean linen outside.

4. Taste- I can taste the crisp wind when I ran through the paths looking for something. With a cup hanging off of the branch of a tree, filling it up with water from the creek and drinking it, the coldness running down my throat.

5. Hear- Walking into the old barn, the floors creaking beneath my feet and the animals being as loud as possible so even people across the street can hear their outcry for food. I can hear my grandfather's shoes clacking against the floorboards and the drop of a metal bucket onto the floor, some kernels falling on the floor, the sound making the animals go crazy.

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1. Sight- Trees surround and tower over me, covered in previous etchings and carvings. The bumps on the trees and the branches are inviting me to climb and look around as far as I can see.

2. Touch- The old barn greets me with open doors. I would run inside, the sound of the animals getting louder, just as I would always hear when I would visit.

3. Smell- Waking up in the morning with the smell of pancakes and (ironically) bacon filling my senses. In the mornings, the clothes blowing in the breeze give off the scent of clean linen outside, which made all of my muscles relax and soak up the scent for hours

4. Taste- I can taste the crisp wind when I run through the paths. With a cup hanging off of the branch of a tree, the idea of filling it up with water from the creek tempts me.

5. Hear-  I still feel like I can hear my grandfather's shoes clacking against the floorboards of the barn.  The all too familiar drop of a metal bucket onto the floor, some kernels spilling, the sound making the animals go crazy.