Everyone has that special place where they go to get away from their troubles. Well ours was in my backyard. if you wanted to forget about everyone’s pain for a while, the woods and train track did the trick. The train track led on forever, that’s at least how we saw it. It was like the path to recovering from this tragedy, and at the end was a great victory. The solution for us was to just stop time and enjoy what we had. And that wasn’t the food or the money, it was the fun. I think the only thing that kept us going was each-other. When you were alone, you thought. And thinking wasn’t good. The field was our safe place, our fun place. It was true, there was no place like home. It may have been the worst at home. Our forest was the only thing that helped endure the crisis that was occurring all around us.
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It was hard. Unbelievably hard. It seemed like everyone around me was withering away, drowning in their hunger and desperation. I felt like I was living in a gray area. Everyone that had seemed so happy and satisfied before was now suddenly brought to their feet by the great Depression. I couldn’t stand to be home. there were people crawling up to my steps, begging for food or water. It scared me. Eventually, I had to shut myself out of their world, and go to mine. My woods. My train tracks. My marsh. Just away. During the depression, home really wasn’t the best place to be. The woods in my backyard were our sanctuary, through thick and thin.
The depression hit the us hard. It seemed that the only place we could go to was the woods in my backyard. It was cost free, fun and protective, and all together happy. As soon as you stepped into the fallen foliage, the tall, thin trees created a concealing barrier between you and the world. You could be hidden without hiding, hopeful when all hope was lost, and organized when things were out of order. Everything was taken away when you were running back and forth, dodging the trees and tagging your friends. Time slipped away and you were left with only worrying about when the sun set. Which meant time to go home again and face reality.
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Right from the introduction I was hooked. You always know how to get the reader to keep reading. You use such descriptive words and make things seem to suspensful that you can’t not read it. I think that you made this seem almost misterious and that made it interesting. You didn’t just go ahead and say something like, ” I go to the woods in my backyard when I am upset;” you decided to make it something larger than it really was. I thought you did an amazing job on this Maddie, you’re a great writer(: