Key to Nature's Door - My Family Travels

I’ve never really been a nature walker, but after travelling to New York I have recognized the beauty and wonder of nature in its simplest and grandest forms.  With my family, I visited Cooperstown, New York, also known as the “baseball dreams park”.  This town is unlike any that I have ever been too.  In this area, a small band of land only a few acres wide is devoted to the dreams park, which comprises of  22  baseball fields and numerous barracks for the youth baseball players.   However, the real wonder is the surrounding sight.  All around the dreams park are enormous mountains, sturdy trees, and gigantic green open fields that seem to invite the viewer to discover the curiosities and pleasures that nature offers.  Breathing in the clean elevated air of Cooperstown, I feel a welcomed peace inside of me that opens a door in my mind that I never knew existed.  It was as if I was connected with the earth itself in some way, some biological impulse that made me feel somewhat complete.  After observing the breathtaking scenery, I had suddenly conjured an image of an older version of myself living in this peaceful atmosphere surrounded by tall imposing mountains and grassy meadow.  As a teenager, searching for my own identity in a world full of people is not always an easy task, but during this trip I certainly felt a kinship with the land and all its natural elements that had never came over me before.  Thus, I realized that character may not always be made around people, but also in the solitude with nature.

 With the cool breezes, warm weather, pure air, and prominent landscape, I couldn’t stand always staying indoors, even in the comfy historic house called the 1819 House that my family rented.  Therefore, I went on my own exploring adventure outside of the house.  After putting on a plain t-shirt, running shorts, and gym shoes, I headed out to discover the wonders of nature-thus taking my first voluntary nature walk, or jog.  I didn’t know what to expect, but after seeing the great mountains from a closer view and actually treading on the healthy grass, I felt free.  It was tantamount to tasting pure honey for the first time: sweet and eye-opening to the marvels of earth.  I can still feel the wind blowing past my ears, humming a harmonious melody that only nature can produce and that people of all ages past, present, and future can listen to.  Back in the suburbs in Michigan, I would never have gotten this chance to feel so utterly free.  Modern society in all its glory seemed at once incomparable to the beauty, vast space, and freedom that nature offers.  And so I learned something about myself during the trip.  I am a boisterous spirit.  My soul craves the ever soothing and commodious fields to run across.  My heart belongs to dirt of the earth and all of earth’s biological processes.  I have learned also to appreciate nature for its beauty and innocence.  Therefore, I made a pledge to myself to protect the earth’s environment through recycling, carpooling, and promoting clean energy alternatives for cars, machines, and such.  I want future generations to behold nature’s splendor and maintain it for generations to come.

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