Saturday, September 17, 2011

Journal 2

Growing up in Clewiston, Florida was fun. The town is literally seven traffic lights and two major roads. Everyone knows everyone. Although I wasn’t the most popular girl in school, I had a lot of friends and I loved hanging out with them. It’s known as “America’s Sweetest Town” because it is the only town that actually has a sugar mill within city limits. I was born and raised there so I lived in a number of different houses, but Clewiston was home!


THE FIVE SENSES IN MY HOMETOWN!

SITE:
√ I remember seeing the smoke from the sugar mill against the skyline.
√ I remember seeing the sunset on Lake Okeechobee (as Clewiston is right on the border of lake) when I would go there to hang out with friends.
√ I remember watching the football games so many fall nights.

TASTE:
√ I remember tasting the great food at the football games. Clewiston was known for their football! We even made it to State three times while I was living there.
√ I remember tasting the shaved ice drinks from Hawaiian Shaved Ice.
√ I remember tasting my mom’s amazing cooking on school nights.

SMELL:
√ I remember the horrible smell of the sugar mill that ran through the town.
√ I remember the way the fresh cut grass smelled on the first day of every school year.
√ I remember the smell of new clothes every Christmas in Clewiston.

HEARING:
√ I remember hearing my alarm clock every morning for school. UGH!
√ I remember hearing the terror in my friend’s voice when she told me about the attacks on the twin towers the morning of September 11, 2001.
√ I remember hearing the loudspeaker calling my name on the night of my high school graduation!

TOUCH:
√ I remember touching my sister’s hand when she was diagnosed with diabetes.
√ I remember the way it felt to hold my flag during color guard.
√ I remember the way if felt to hug my mom when I left home.

Home is where your heart is and Clewiston, Florida is where my heart is because it is my home. So many memories were made there!

Word Count = 367

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