My street,

A small street to live on but full of many adventures and many good times, I can remember alot of amazing things that have happened all around my street. But lets just try and picture my street first, as you turn down the street of Parkveiw court you see many houses, plently too do on this street, a small forrest to adventure through and plenty of friendly people to socalize with. Theres my house with the white body and blue moldings, across the street would be Tyrel's house, I remember so many good times with him and his brother Dylan, me and my little sister would beat up Tyrel and his older brother in their front lawn. It was entertaining and very fun, I also remember playing in the forrest by my house with Jessica and my little sister and Tyrel and his brother came down and were throwing rocks at us. The forrest was possible the best thing to play in to pass time, me and my sister spent hours making forts and building traps down there, we would pretend we were stuck down there and try to survive.

In the forrest plenty on unforgetable things have happened. There was a tree swing, oh what joy that brought me and all my friends. Then of course there was the climbing tree, plenty of times I had come home with rips and tears in all my pants and shirts, I remember getting stuck up there for hours and hours, enjoying the veiw and yelling at the passers by. Hide and seek down there was one the best things to do, we would run around the dark depths of the forrest, crawling into every nook in every rock and climb up every tree. It was like a mission, thats how we would learn patients, stillness.

My next door neighbours would their baby blue house, I can always hear their large boxer barking and houling. I miss those days, when the boxer would freely run around the whole street, me and my sister sprinting after it for hours. We would sit on our fence and talk to their small children and soon be became great friends, they knew us and we became close, borrowing food items and things that are needed. Untill the dreaded day when on that for sale sign the was a sign that said sold, it was sad yes but all I could do was move on a forget.

Most of the people are our street were never really close, so when I wasnt with my friends the only person I could play with was my sister, that street is very important to me, and I would never want to move. I rememeber not haveing much toys when I was a child so I would just play with the grass and dirt and sticks, I learned to be creative, that I my street.