Narrative

When I Visit the Mountains
By Madison
October 2008----4th Grade


When I visit the mountains, the fresh, cool breeze hits my face. The mountains curl over the earth around and around again. All of my Mom’s side of the family lives in the mountains. I go through at least ten hugs a day…cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents.

When I visit the mountains, we go to the park that was named after my great-grandpa and what used to be my mom’s last name…Tate Park. We build dams, play tag and play on the play sets.

When I visit the mountains on the 4th of July, we watch a parade. The whole family and the dogs watch. Some people in the parade even throw candy on the sidewalk for us to eat. Afterwards, we eat lunch at the Banner Elk Café. “Mmmmmmm,” we all would say, bellies full and pleased.

When I visit the mountains, my great-grandma named Margaret, or Mom-mom as we call her, cooks with the help of my mom, Karen and Amanda. I watch my younger cousins. Then, when the food is ready, we eat at the kids table and the adults eat in the dining room. It’s a pretty tight squeeze with all of those 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and 5 and 6 and 7 and 8 and 9 year old kids at one table.

When I visit the mountains, we all gather at the Banner Elk Church on Sundays. After church, we either eat out our go to Mom-Mom’s again for lunch.

I love to visit the mountains, but every time we go there, there comes a time when we have to leave. I never visit Virginia or Boston, for I can always visit the mountains and that’s always enough for me.