The Place where I Grew up.
I think that we all have beautiful places in our hearts. I have a wonderful place that made me happy many years ago. But sometimes I think I am the only person in my family who still want to go there because I was not born there. I wonder if it will be as beautiful as it was when I visit again. Maybe, thinking about it too much makes it extra beautiful in my mind. This place is meaningful to me because it is a part of the county I loved, a part of the county where I grew up and a part of my childhood. This place is in Saint-Marc, Haiti, a little town name Pon River (River Bridge).
People live in apartment or condominium buildings because it has little space available. I grew up in one of the many buildings in Pon River (River Bridge) admiring from my bedroom window the beauty of the mountains, always exploring with my eyes the forest or the fields, looking for a quiet place, And, I found one on top of a mountain in the back of the town. It is about 200,000 feet square. The field that I called my quiet or thinking has about eight old trees, wild flowers and a lot of bugs and ants during summer time. Every morning you can hear the bird singing. The building I grew up in had many rooms we used to live upstairs and we rent downstairs every year.
Furthermore, there is an orange tree and a mango tree in the back of the building. Every morning my dad used to pick us oranges to make juice. When we made the juice we didn’t usually use sugar because the oranges were sweet enough. My dad used to say the orange tree was the same age as my older brother. He said my brother was born in the same day he planted the orange tree.
There is a field on top of a little mountain not too far from the town. I used to go there to sit down on a rock and watch the town and the trees. There was a very old tree, a maple tree, with a huge trunk. The others were smaller: four in the back, three on my left side and the old maple tree on my right. There were flowers, many kinds; white, yellow, purple and blue. It was nobody’s place. Nobody owned that field, but it was beautiful and peaceful and I used to go there to think about how life would be if I grew with my mother too.
There is also a river not too far from the town. I liked to get in my bathing suit and run out to the river. My sister and I would spend the day splashing in the water until we were too tired to keep our heads above the water. Then we would lie on the ground and take a nap. It felt so good to have the bright sun blazing down on us. My favorite thing to do was jumping in the river. My sister and I would have contests to see who could stay longer under the water and played hide and seek under the bridge. The river was one in my favorite places it was clean and beautiful. I wonder if it still looks beautiful. My dad never let us pass by the river when it rained because the water used to get over the bridge and kill a lot of people and animals.
Life in Pon River (River Bridge) wasn’t bad at all. We all live like family in Pon River. It is one of the beautiful and quite places I ever lived. My dad had many roosters, but one of them usually crowed at four o’clock. My dream after graduate college is to rebuild my dad’s building and visit every six months. To Be Clear the House Was Not Destroyed It Just Look Too Old. That’s where I also want to live when I retire.
