Personal Narrative: My Life In Vermont

People know Vermont’s Ben & Jerry’s Ice cream and maple syrup better than they know Vermont itself. This was true for me as well: I had no idea where Vermont was before I actually stepped on this land three years ago. The town called Manchester was as rural as I could imagine, but it brought me a fresh living experience and inspired me to appreciate the beauty of nature. The number of people I met in a week in Manchester was probably not as large as that of people I would see in one day back home, but residents smiled and said hello even though they didn’t know each other at all. In contrast, in my city I didn’t even know the name of my neighbors. It was the intimacy among people that relieved my stress of first coming to study abroad alone
The snow never disappeared throughout the winter. Making snow men, having snowball fights, lying on the snow, and skiing through the mountains, my friends and I would indulge in the vast shimmering snow world forever. People say that there are four seasons in Vermont: almost winter, winter, still winter, and road construction. That is partially true—it even snowed at the end of April last year—except for the warm spells that bring unforgettable, charming maple leaves in the fall. The fall of Vermont is colorful, decorated by all the maples trees in green, yellow, orange, red, and even a mix or gradient change between them. The maple leaves form the rainbows near sky, the fineries of mountains, the unique blanket on road. They are the star and protagonist in the fall; they never fail to catch people’s eye. Never did I feel so close to the nature when I was in Vermont, living next to the green mountains and running streams. Wherever I go, I would never forget the time I spent in Vermont; the time I stepped on the road covered by crunchy leaves and heard the rustle of breaking them; the time I was hit by a snowball in the face and my host father gave me a big and warm hug; the time I was embraced by the nature and ingenuous