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I'm From I'm from the blue spruce trees, from a big family. I'm from the Irish corn beef, and German ancestors. From the walls with many holes. I'm from football helmets, playing basketball. From falling and getting tripped, learning to walk. From a freckled face, pushing me down to the hard gravel, that told the story of a scar. I'm from the freckles of my ancestors, from the many animals in which I adore. From the wind beating against my face as I run to the ball. Im from the thrill of kayaking down a river, counting the fish I see. From a relaxing day, to an upbeat championship game. I'm from everywhere I know, and a place I call home.

Im From, Billy Colman Im from the Ozark mountains, from the Illinois river from a worried mother, and a hardworking pa. Im from my sisters, and my loving grandpa Im from the horehound, from the farm boys. From a miracle that changed my life, and my nights. From two little coon hounds. Im from the screech of the coons,

__**My Favorite Place**__

**Zoe Witte**

**September 29,2009**

 **I have many favorite places to go to, and to see, but one stands out. A little creek by Charlie Emily Park. This one stands out by the way the breeze moves along the water, with a soft touch. I can hear and see the animals in the water, the little fish swimming this way and** The Drive In Movies questions 3. The metaphor that Gary Solo uses is "I ignored him and kept my attention on the windmill of grassy blades." I have never seen an old lawn mower like this one, though I would like to. 4. This run-on sentence is effective because Gary Soto wanted to tire you out with the things that he had to do. He showed you all the hard things he had to do. He wanted it to seem like he worked so hard, so he made it a long list, that became a run-on sentence.
 * that, and the rushing of water falling from a small cliff. I hear little stones dropping in the water, going “plunk, plunk”, from a little kid throwing them. Many grasses grow there, hiding the bugs and snakes, in the long, dead grass. If you follow the creek just long enough, then you hit a wonderful, calming scenery. Water rushing over wet rocks and stones, and landing in a lake at the bottom. The lake is glistening in the sunlight. If I close my eyes, it sounds like the California beach, when its not busy. It's always an adventure, climbing through the**
 * trees, and sitting near a tunnel. Sitting down on the bridge, I take of my shoes, and wiggle my toes through an opening. Soon, when it's time**
 * to go, I pick up my shoes, and walk on home, thinking about the wonderful experience I just had.**