House Thingie

Out of all the places I have ever lived, Amherst has been my favorite. The main reason I love this town is the house I grew up in. When I was four my family moved to Amherst from Georgia. We stayed in a little house and then a couple months later moved into the house I live in now. It is a large old house that sits adjacent to a farm, a forest and a street. It has always been a comforting environment full of family friends sports teams and other people who stop by. What has been even better though is the neighborhood around my house. Especially the farm and forest. My brothers and I have spent a lot of time down at the farm. We walk down to the farm, smelling the smoke of an old John Deere tractor that passed by half an hour ago, and sit in the fields talking about our days and other things on our minds. If we ever got hungry we would pick nearby fennel. Even after we washed it we could still taste the bits of dirt that we didn’t wash off. By the end of our trips our hands would be caked in mud and bits of vegetables that we had been eating. The path we took back to our house was through a forest that is between our house and the farm. The walks through the thick forest were always fun. We loved to make our own paths and see what trees we could climb. We could hear the scuttling of small creatures fleeing and could feel the thorns scraping our bare legs at the same time. Almost every day when I was younger I would explore the forest on the way to the farm. Amherst is my favorite place in the