The Summer I Was 12
The summer i was 12 brought me the best memory of the summer.
We were in the U.P camping just my uncle and I.
The smell of pine and breech so strong and heavily every morning we awoke.
the Rodin's and finches singing there beautiful song.
the sound of the insects buzzing off the top off the water and the fish
getting there breakfast,jumping out of the water creating a huge splash.
every night when we were in the tent we would tell story's about are past,
some funny and others even funnier,i would look up at the stars and wonder
if there were such things as aliens,then i would close my eyes and await the
new adventure that will arise the next morning.