Every summer I ask myself where I would like to spend my vacation?  I think it is interesting to discover new countries and cities, to taste exotic food, to meet different people and to learn more about other cultures and traditions.  But I know in my heart there is one place that is special to me and where I wish to return again and again.  This is my family's summer house.  It is located in a beautiful part of Belarus near a lake.  This is the place where I can forget about the noise of the big city and enjoy nature, peace and quiet.  It takes one hour to get there by train.  I like to spend time there with my family and friends.  Just one hour and I can hear the birds in the morning, I can see the blue sky in the afternoon, and I can look at the stars in the evening.  Life slows down there.  I see so many things there that remind me about my childhood.  I feel I am five years old child when my mom opens a door and says "Hi, sweetie. It is morning. Wake up!".  These feelings are very sweet like my mom's homemade strawberry jam. 
There are so many activities I can do there alone or with my family.  I swim and feel how cold water is in the lake in the morning.  I ride my bicycle and discover new places near the summer house.  I pick berries and mushrooms in the forest.  I relax outside after lunch, read my book and feel the warmth of sun on my skin or I keep my eyes closed and listen to the different sounds: the laughter of children, barking of the neighbour's dog, singing of the birds, wind...  I help my mother to prepare a tasty dinner and then enjoy the meal with my family in the evening when we get together, speak about everything, laugh and have fun.  It is an amazing place where I feel happy, calm and safe.  The summer days are short. And these moments are precious to me.  I keep them in my heart. When it is cold outside or when I am sad, I think about these special days and I feel happy and I smile. 
 
 
1 comment:
You have an excellent introduction and topic sentence. It makes me want to know more about your memories. I love your descriptions. They sound like poetry. How can you connect your topic and concluding sentences more?
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