Train tracks, an object leading to a destination. Follow the tracks to lead you in the right direction. Winding through the city, venture off of the tracks to find different adventures waiting for you. Go back to the tracks, which will lead to the next destination. In the end, they always bring me home.
Fireworks are shot off the ground every year. On this certain day, families, friends and loved ones join together. Propped up in a sitting position, you’ll find me looking up into the dark night sky. We sit together, enjoying the sight of colors of lights, flashing before us in the abyss.
Lake Minnetonka, a place of relaxation. The waves lightly float across the top of the water, producing an almost inaudible splashing. The sound is in perfect harmony with my thoughts, imagining that same splashing on a cruise. A vacation spot close to home.
Snow, the white clouds covering the, once, green grass. The snow brings hours of entertainment, creating a snowman, throwing it in a snowball fight and sledding. After a snowstorm, you’ll find me at the bottom of the hill, laughing as I get up to find the sled.
A musician, a person who expresses their feelings and thoughts through song. Jump off the ground and fall back down to the beat. Catchy tunes with the ability to change a mood, to create a smile. You’ll find me with ear buds in my ears, my head bobbing, my foot tapping to the rhythm, and my mouth moving along with the musician’s words. 
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