Tales of the Rocky Hills NEKO CURTIS • 5 TH GRADE WRIT TEN DURING A YOUNG WRITERS PUBLISH PROJECT AT P. S . 316
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f you have a time machine, you can go back about forty years to see a car driving on a road down hills that make it swerve and dance around. You will see a family get out of the car and walk through branches that are tangled together and down a rickety old bridge that broke trying to save itself from being hit by the mobs of trees all around. You go down to a beach where the sand and the soil are fighting to touch your feet. The ocean rolls in, quickly greeting you on its way to the next beach, which is on its way to the next one. The plain, rocky hills above you look down, asking you to walk up there. You arrive at the top and you see all of the beach, where the wind flips and turns around you. There are famous beaches that are warm and sunny. These are the reasons people come here to California. But this place is where you can go for something different, and when you come, you will agree that people should know about this place. There are so many things to see, just not in plain sight. You can stand in the dirt under a canopy of trees. You can go down to the beach and watch the clear blue water reflecting off the sky, a flat blue surface with fluffy clouds rushing around at two thousand miles an hour. Or you can run up the hills with mountains behind you, trees all around you, and the whole ocean in front of you. 121
