My Favorite Spot

I know that every one has some type of favorite place that they like to call home, but this place is a place that I Love, a place that I want to die in. This is my perfect place.1

Whenever I go to my grandparents house in Fortine Montana, I never want to leave, I always I can stay there forever. All of my worries go away, I have no fears, or stress or tears. They don't live in the city. They live in a place where there are no cars, no running water, and no electricity.2

Their neighbors are not very far, but they are far enough that you don't really share the back yard with them. We all have our own land. There is also a river nearby that I love to swim in during the Summer time to cool off. There are also a lot of different trees and many varieties of animals that I cant keep count of then all. There are also tons of places that I can go by my self either hiking or exploring the one hundred sixty acre land. Most of the time I go out by myself when I don't really have any thing else to do or if there are too many people bothering me, like my family. 3

But the one spot that I go to the most is usually by the river where I like to sit on a big cool rock and listen to the water speak and the birds sing their song of gratitude. The more I listen the more that their voices become one, and I can't help but smile as I listen to their beautiful music surge through my body as I lean my head back and soak up the rays from the sun.
Most of the time, when I get caught up in moments like this, I hum along and join the chorus of the song of nature, and the longer I sit and sing the more I too merge and transform and turn into the smooth flow of the water, and my voice becomes that of a bird, and my body melts into the hard rock I am sitting on, and my legs become the water I have them in.
After a while I open my eyes and if I look around me, I will see the birds sitting so close to me that I feel like I can reach out and touch them, feeling their soft warm bodies beneath the touch of my finger tips still singing its beautiful melody.
Then after a while I slowly slip off the rock and slide into the water letting the coolness of the cold water surround me and wrap itself around me like a warm blanket.
As I slowly swim across the river I can see the fish swimming calmly next to me like I am not there, and as I watch them I feel my body start to grow smaller, my hands and my feet turn to fins and I swim down stream with the fish.
When I am done and I get out of the water O go for a walk letting my footsteps fall silently to the ground, and as I walk I become one with nature, my body turns into that of a tree as I soak my toes into the dirt and lay down in the cool grass. When I am done my grandma will call me to tell me that supper is ready and I will reluctantly get up and and look once more at the river soaking up the picture and saving it in my mind and waiting for the next time that I can come once again to my favorite spot.4