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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Summer (the season) (07/09/09)

TITLE: Fruits and countryside
By beatrice Russo
07/09/09


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Summer always takes me back to my grand parents‘s house and garden. They had a huge house in the middle of 2 fields and orchards. They had one field for the sheep and one for the vineyards. I remember spending my days climbing up the cherry trees and coming down only when my stomach was so full I had to open the top button of my jeans to breath. I remember eating raspberries straight from the bushes, picking up strawberries in strawberry fields (putting more in my mouth than in the basket provided for them) and feeling sick just by looking at them on the next days when my grand ma use to put some on the table.
Summers in France were lovely. We could smell it in the air that the summer was here.
From the second I use to open my shutters in the morning to late in the evening when we use to cycle back from eating grapes in the vineyards, we use to spend all day outside. In those days (late seventies early eighties) our parents were not that worried about our whereabouts. As long as we stayed together with our brothers or sisters or kids next door we were fine. No mobile phone, no Television switched on or play stations, just us our bikes and miles of countryside and forests. Now the summer is here, well, kind of, I live in England, summer is never really here. I ‘m getting ready to be very firm with my children about the amount of time that they are going to spend on their play stations, Nintendo DS and the rest and try to make them do lots of outside activities which will be a big challenge ! I will myself walk away from my computer and forget about checking my emails and reading the news.
Summer is here to be enjoy ed!
Lets all go outside pick some fruits, make some jams, play by the river and have some long evening walks !
Happy summer time !
See you back in September !


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Laura Manley07/16/09
I liked the homey, down-to-earth feel of this story. It reminded me of some of my own summer memories. I did notice, however, there are words where you have separated them which I am sure was a mere oversight; i.e., enjoy ed. If you use your spell check, that should pick up those kinds of errors. I am curious, as well, as to why the exclamation marks at the end of your story are not flush up against the last word, but instead have a space or two between. Yes, it is a real challenge to get kids to get out and do something other than watch TV or use all the electronic gadgets available to them. Blessings to you, Laura
Karlene Jacobsen 07/16/09
Sweet memories of yesterday and the challenges of today. What a difference, eh? Nice work.
diana kay07/18/09
i liked the summers past description but was confused as to whether you were describing two locations. Some spacing between the paragraphs would help. This is a lovely peice and you are doing well. my comments are just to help you rather than meaning to be negative. I look forward to reading more of your memories.