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Perfect Paradise by Natalie Taylor
Perfect Paradise by Natalie Taylor
Since I was young, my family, or my extended family rather, had a house on a place
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called Fishers Island. It' s a small island off the coast of New York, full of rich people and
country clubs, however, my family does not fit the bill for the people who frequent this
island. Nevertheless, it is the home of some of the best memories of my life. One that sticks
out in my mind however, it isn 't what you would expect. Almost every morning when we were
there, I would wake up and take my dog for a walk. I would leave the house, walk down the
street which was the home of a small graveyard, but the graveyard was quite beautiful, and
never felt too morbid, especially because it' s where my late grandfather is buried. I would
cross the intersection, where the only dangerous traffic consists of cruiser bikes and golf
carts. The air always smells like honeysuckle and
beach plums, and that smell will forever remind me of
my home. I would continue walking, and since I was up
so early, the only people I would see were people on
their porch enjoying their morning coffee, and runners
who I will never understand their drive to wake up so
early. I would reach South Beach, one of the many beaches on the island, and I would let my
dog off her leash and watch her sprint towards the water. The air on the beach smelled like
salt, as well as the honeysuckle I mentioned before. I would sit down on the sand, eating the
nectar of the honeysuckle, watching my dog play in the water, and all I could feel was pure,
genuine happiness. Nothing in the world could ruin this moment. Nothing bad really ever
happened there, and I can remember so vividly everything I saw, smelled, or felt. Fishers
Island was deep down my real home for the first 13 years of my life, because after that we
sold the house. I miss it a lot so these memories are so significant to me, even the ones like
this that are so simple and seem so miniscule.