Before you come upon our house, there rests a sharp, swerving road, which winds itself upon our hill, just like a serpentine snake, with bends forcing a cautionary pace upon most who enter its domain. It lies in a forested area, almost hidden off of the bustling highway. Yet what may appear to some a path of warning, we traverse with joy, tackling its corners at a thrilling pace, as if we had taken our ride in a rollercoaster.In the summer, however, our speed is often replaced with relaxed steps, stopping frequently to fill our mouths with the red raspberries that adorn the sides of the road. These juicy berries sweeten our tongues and set our hands in motion to pick all the more, even succumbing us to “double-fisted berry-picking”.
Yes, this road has become a pleasant thought; and though its name is more suitable to some trail upon the majestic Appalachians, I believe my mind may forever be imprinted with memories of this “Mountain Road”.
- Ryan Vegh
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