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Up the old dirt road about 2 miles lays one of the fondest memories of my childhood. The entrance is still gated off by an old rusty, yellow chain with a sign that reads "Do not enter". Right next to the chain is a beaten down path where young teens clearly ignored the sign and entered anyway. Past the chain holds a huge place of memories. Giant sand dunes that stretched what seemed like 100 feet high and a million miles out into the horizon. The hills brought back so many memories of little kittens being rolled down the sandy hills.* Over to the right of the giant hills laid a cave that enclosed around a small dune of sand. It was still partially intact. After about 10 years of wear and tear our little man made sand cave was still standing. The what used to be frog pond is all dried up and now lays a vast plane of dried and cracked sand. A lot of grass has over taken the whole area but it still mainly sand.
*None of the kittens were hurt- just a little game my friend and I did it was harmless. :)
Funny this is a prompt because I actually just visited this place about a week ago so the memory is fresh in my mind!
You get to use "memories" once and only once in a piece this short. The memories and place description are fine, so far as they go, but this piece just stops without offering a real ending, some kind of wrap-up. How come?
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