Memoirs: My favorite place 31 Articles

by E.M.Robinson

Whenever anyone was looking for me, chances were good that they could find me high up on a sturdy branch of the apple tree in our backyard. That was my favorite place. Biting into a crisp apple takes me back to the time wh...read more

by Linden Blosser

Perhaps spring has stayed too long or summer come too soon for the afternoon is awash in an energy sapping heatwave. The trees, bushes and even the grass are limp in the heat vibrations undulating in the air and the birds ...read more

by Angela Williamson

My favorite place was always very simple to answer. Because we moved several times when I was growing up, my favorite place became my grandparent's house. No matter where we moved or what changed in my life, it was alway...read more

by Danalia

My favourite place? That is so easy I almost feel like I'm cheating in answering the question. A minimum of 2400 characters? I could be here for weeks! Glastonbury. My spiritual home and one of the most peaceful, divers...read more

by Bell Sullivan

The wind brushed past my face, sweeping my hair and swirling it all around me. I stood there in awe and wonderment as I soaked up the scene in front of me. I had discovered a secret world. Well, a different world to me. I ...read more

by Troy Baker

One morning when I was nine years old I woke up in a homeless shelter screaming my lungs out, because I forgot where I was. After so many nights of moving around, I lost my bearings. It is hard to find a favorite place w...read more

by Trudi Buck

THE CABINS Like the number of children in my family, there were five of them in total. All sitting snuggly in a perfect line, like children's desks, arranged neatly and squarely in a row, before the school bells have ru...read more

by Conor Watts

*Goa* My eyes close. Wind chimes softly sing out their dreams, plunking soothing sounds against the restful walls of my small cabana. The thick, warm air is a humid blanket which soothes my mind and my soul ...read more

by Tenisha Dixon

As a pre- teen I feel in love with a lake out my old neighborhood. The water was so relaxing. I would stare at the waves crash smoothly against the rocks on the shore and feel that gentle breeze against my skin. I used...read more

by Sven Whorror

The Basement During the lazy, uneventful days that usually accompany summer & other holidays, I find myself frequenting the cool, messy basement seemingly out of place with the rest of my rather tidy house. This unlikel...read more

by Joram Lee

My Favourite Place. I was very young but I remember everything that happened. Some kids get used to the arguments while others just seem to turn the noise off. I never could. I used to sit in silence on the very top...read more

by Cat Tackling

I am four. Slowly and very shyly and at the gentle command of my mother I exit the old Chevy sedan. The sun is bright and warm on my face, I can smell the soft scent of pine, I can see the last drops of morning dew dancing...read more

by Vanessa Rumsky

On the corner of Spruce and Linden, sits the big light blue house, with its additions built on by the very tired war hero hands of my grandfather. The siding is covered with years of storms and battles with the wind. ...read more

by Dina Galli

Being tiny and full of mischief and lack of fear, I would set out to the wooded forest all alone, and just walk and explore for hours and hours. I loved the smell of the forest. There was a magical and mysterious feeling ...read more

by RENEE SLOAN

Memoirs: My Favorite Place I think my favorite place in the world was when my family lived in a town called Verona. We had a very nice house which I had my own room and I loved it. I had everything in my room. The town wa...read more

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by Heather Robinson

As you drive north on Mammoth Road in Londonderry, NH, a quick left past Mack's Farm Stand will bring you to utopia. It is a deceptive place. A stranger's eyes may drink in the pond waters beneath the ancient willow. Th...read more

by Keith Hillman

A couple of hours ago I attended evensong at Winchester Cathedral. As I made my way through this magnificent building to the tiny Lady Chapel all I could hear was the sound of my footsteps.There has been a cathedral on thi...read more

by Francesca Collins

As a little girl, we lived close to a place called Riverview School. I think the streets names are Birch and Davis. I don't know for sure. I just know where I am going. Whenever things were too much for me to handle at hom...read more

by Sarah Durden

The Best Day of My Life Started sad. Nightmares plagued my sleep. He was late. I readied myself in solitude, played opera loudly from my stereo as I drank my coffee. When he arrived he went straight to the computer to ...read more

by sims simon

Reaching Back... Pre-dawn, when farthest from luminance and deepest set the coming day, yet moments only before the birth-line at horizontal reach avails itself alas. Solitary in mortality and pure, near an arms exte...read more