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UNIT 1 College Life Text IV In the middle of a beautiful day, I was feeling lost, as if the world was crashing in on me. I didnt know which way to go, except to head out to the countryside. On days like this I love to find a place where silence rule ?where the wind in the tall pine trees sounds like ocean waves?crashing?along some deserted beach Ive walked along in my memory. At first I headed to the city park. Not very countryside-like, but close enough to begin my journey?inward. I went to the spot where I used to take my kids-when I still had kids. That might give you an idea of what my wretched day was all about: My kids grew up and I didn‘t. Soar to Great Heights Translation Text I Text II Text III UNIT 1 College Life Text IV After getting my fill of moms and dads running, laughing, and swinging their time away together with their kids, I headed out to a nearby state park. Here ducks and?crane rabbits and deer, all clamor for your attention, and replace the pain of the day with awe and wonder. Here, with the prolonging of winter and the yearning for spring, life, as we humans know it, stands still. Here birds fly whenever they want, wherever they want. The snow,?remnant?of colder days, still clings on to the ground. The ground is soft and soggy, giving hope to the grass that eagerly waits beneath, and that very soon it will rise awake from its slumber, and will carpet once again the hills and pathways of the park, for residents and visitors alike. Soar to Great Heights Translation Text I Text II Text III UNIT 1 College Life Text IV I sat alone in my car, listening to songs that brought back memories… Memories of the days when I was Daddy, and of challenging dares to Walk across the creek on this log like me, Dad!“ It was nearly spring, and the child in us all heads for the?attic?to dust off the old kite, which would take us higher every year. On one end of its?string?glorious?colors float like rainbows; on the other end-grown-up kids swear that th
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