Box #15

I remember my second home down in Shirley, Arkansas. I remember the long drive down there, making anyone want to fall asleep. I remember the roads being very long and curvy and country folk everywhere you go. I think of how the people of Shirley treat you, with kindness and respect.

Also, when I think of Shirley, I think of my aunt, uncle, and cousin. I remember the driveway to their home, so rough and old. The scenery in Shirley is beyond anything I have ever seen in my entire life. I remember the clouds being as fluffy and blue as any I have ever seen. The trees covered in dew and some about to fall down because of how rotten and old they were. The ground covered in grass and dirt. The wilderness so beautiful, with its numerous animals and beautiful blue rivers and lakes flowing throughout the wilderness.

As for the interior of my aunt's house, I remember a bunch of things. I remember the large tv in the front room, with its numerous channels and gigantic screen. I remember the feel of my aunt and uncle's couch and recliner, so soft and comfortable, making you want to fall aslepp because of how soft and cozy it is. I remember the kitchen, full of numerous drinks and food. The bedrooms I remember were very small, but had enough room for you to sleep in. The blankets that came with the beds were quilted blankets and were very warm and soft and full of color.

The main thing I remember about Shirley is the smell of my aunt's cooking in the morning. The smell was so mind boggling and irresistible that it would appeal to any eater in this world, vegetarian or not. I remember the eggs, biscuits and gravy, bacon, and sausage my aunt would make. The eggs would be cooked to perfection, just the way you like them. The biscuits and gravy would have a little bit of butter on them, but not too much, making a delicious meal with some warm, soft, and runny white gravy. As for the bacon, the texture of it was very greasy and soft, but was delicious in its own right. These kind of memories makes me want to go back soon, and eventually that will happen. But for now, all I have is the memories and sensory details to reflect upon.