I went out for a walk with my mom today. We were kind of tired of being holed up at home, so we decided to go for a walk and talk about things in our lives casually. The streets were pretty bright that Friday, despite the gloomy sky covering the clouds that afternoon. Unlike my other walks, this one felt more meaningful; we talked back and forth about my brother, about college, friends, how I was getting along, and of course, grades. It was a pretty calm night, our chatter was quiet in comparison to the cars whizzing by… a sound I’d gotten used to by the time I stepped out, as the oncoming traffic never seemed to die down; an eternal occurrence no matter the time of day ( or night). I noticed something unusual just before we started turning back home. As we went to cross the street, I realized I had never seen this area before. Despite all the times I went out and walked aimlessly, I had never come across this specific neighborhood, mostly because it was a dead end, but even still I was snapped into reality as I realized there were houses and gardens I’d never before laid eyes on. The sight was nothing special but to me it felt different, and felt like something I could include in my essay.
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