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"A Breath Of Fresh Air"
“ Stop watching TV and go and get a breath of fresh air,” my mother yelled.
I had been inside all day watching old reruns of over rated comedy shows. I was just lazy,
but, I guess I was bored too, because as I tied my shoes I thought ‘a walk might be good.’
Outside the air was fresh and felt cool and breezy on my face and flowing through my
hair. I walked to the end of our property and saw a cleared path in the distance. It looked
kind of cool so I followed it.
At the beginning of the path was an aged stone well, I wondered what this land used to be
used for I kept walking and walking. Then I stopped in my tracks, right in front of me
was a village I held my breath for a second there were old cabins and a little brick
church, even an old pub.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. I went into the church and was shocked . The church looked
like time had stood still, it was beautifully painted with intricate artwork and had black
and white photographs throughout. I stopped and looked at one, it was a picture of a little
girl, a teenage boy and I guessed their parents. An inscription and the date on the back
made me gasp. The photo had my last name on it and the date was 1936, this photo of the
little girl was my grandmother.
The podium also had my last name inscribed on it. It all made sense, this weird place ,
these old cabins, this had to be my family’s old property. I took the old photo started my
walk back home. I still didn’t know what to think my little breath of fresh air had turned
into my history.
“Get up, get up, breakfast, “ said my mother from my bedroom door.
I woke up covered in a sweat. No wonder it was so weird I thought to myself it was just a
dream. I got up and there it was, right on my night stand, the old photo.
I was completely freaked out. I guess you never know what you’ll find when you put
down the remote and get a breath of fresh air.
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