Essay Archive - Personal Essay: The Drainpipe
Personal Essay: The Drainpipe
For a half hour, every school day, for a few months, I was really happy. A
friend and I would go to the drainpipe, and we would sit, talk, eat our lunches,
and listen to my walkman. It was the perfect place: It was quiet, beautiful, and
it was full of peace. It didn't matter whether it was cold or hot, somehow you
didn't feel anything sitting on that drainpipe. You would feel the wind on your
face, and it made your face cold, but inside, you felt warm and cozy, and you
almost felt like you couldn't be harmed. There was something magical about the
drainpipe.....
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