Shamrock Hill--An essay on the center of my world.

Shamrock Hill <Tab/>There is a hill in my old neighborhood that my friends and I would always play at. Now that I am maturing into an adult, I need the little memories to remind me what I was like as a kid. I sat up on top the lush green hill last summer while my mind wandered over all the houses in my neighborhood. I loved the feeling that overtook …

…matter what mood I am in when I visit the hill for comfort. Once I sit down on the familiar hardness of the ground in the grass that makes me itch, I am flooded with memories from my childhood. This hill takes me back to the time when everything was normal and I had nothing to worry about except having fun. When I was running, riding, rolling, jumping and sliding down this hill of mine.