My First Seventeen Years
When I think of my town I spent my first seventeen years, I think of picking wild berries in the summer, making innumerable jars of jam with my mom, walking two miles in the winter to ice skate on Sherwood's pond, the lovely fall colors of the hills, high snow drifts in February and childhood friends who I remain in contact with, even though I live 3,000 miles away. I cannot begin to say how grateful I am for the wonderful childhood I had in the small town of Owego, New York.
