Category: English 9

Get To Know Me Assignment

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Get To Know Me Assignment

The world is full of billions of people all with different lives, different families, and different stories. All these stories may be very different but they have at least one thing in common. Behind these memorable stories is even more memorable places. Certain places carry millions upon billions of tales, while others have just a few. One of my favourite places in the world where I have millions of memories is my cabin. My cabin is modest. It doesn’t show a lot but it carries a ton. My cabin was built by my grandfathers cousin. It started as a small little shack about five hundred square feet that has two small rooms. It may have started as barley a room but through out years it has become fully functional. Its defiantly not an extraordinary mansion but its still what i would consider home.
My cabin is located twenty five miles south west of Williams Lake on a petite little lake called Chimney Lake. Chimney Lake is a bout seven kilometres by one. When you own property at Chimney Lake everyone knows you and you know everyone. In order to get there it is a six hour drive through windy rickety roads that seem as if they are going nowhere. You drive through the blistering sun and arid land where the road never stays straight and is barley sizeable. The barren road leads all the way up steep mountains. Once you’ve reached the top of the mountains you can see the lushes forest that covers all inches of the land down below. The road hugs the mountain as it curves from right to left. You sit in the car for so long that the air gets a musky tint. Once you step out of the car the musk fades away and then an inhale of humid air hits your lungs. You struggle to take a breath at first but then soon your nose fills with the scent of crisp trees and freshly cut grass. The mixture of the smells is so familiar that as soon as it reaches your nose you know that the cabin nears.
Crunching of tires against the grass and gravel as you drive down the rocky road. Your body lifts off the seat then rockets down back into the original spot lasting only a split second. Your body gets thrown from one side to another as you try and keep upwards. The acre of land is on an angle with only a few spots of semi flatness. As you stand at the top of the hill you can see several structures some have fresh paint and smooth wood others have chipping paint and cracked severed wood planks. You can see the fragile strands of brown grass wilting covering most of the area as the less than lively green grass barley takes up any space. You can see as the property ends and a trail starts leading down to a dock. the dock has a thin precarious piece of wood that juts out a couple of feet until it widens into a big square in the same condition. the dock’s wood is greying and aging. You can see the cracks and shreds of the wood giving it a rustic look. All around the dock is crystal blue water that twinkles as the sun hits it the moving waves. The water twinkles as if there are a million stars in the turquoise sky.

We may be in the middle of no where but theres still new things to do everyday. We take hikes through exquisite trails. Wherever you look there is another breath taking view. the dry grass underneath your steps crunching as you maneuver in the trail. The rivers rough current hitting up against the jagged rocks with its blue sparkling complexation. The whistle of the wind as it blows the trees. the leaves fall twirling in the air and slowly landing on the ground. We celebrate holidays up in solitude. For example, Canada day we spend the night with sparklers and sitting around the crackling camp fire as the stars and moon shine down in the black sky. The light from the fire dances on our faces as the warmth glistens upon our skin.

The cabin may not be a lot barley considered enough but its something. Its something that i considered a home. A home meaning somewhere i feel safe, I feel comfortable, somewhere i belong. Everything there is at a standstill; at rest. The sound of the water hitting up against the creaking dock or the smell of the barbecue’s coals heating up. The feel of the match swiping on the box as you light the fire in the pit or the sight of a million stars twinkling just above our heads. I chose to write about my cabin because its something i am passionate about. It is something that has been in my family for generations and is packed with memories. All the bad memories have turned into good memories and all the memories have turned into great stories. The one place i can always count on for having a table full of food and laughs, the one place where I will always have enough blankets, and the one place where i will always consider a home is my modest cabin.

By:Alexis McGillivray