Just Another Day in Boonsboro
It was just another day in Boonsboro, Maryland. I drove on 34 like I do every day. I saw the same police officer parked at the edge of the police station attempting to scare citizens into slowing down. I drove through the narrow streets full of quaint townhouses and came to a stop at one of the three stoplights in our town. I look to my right and I see the mural that drapes along the side of Vestas, ahead I see Dan’s Taphouse, the restaurant that puts Vestas to shame. Across from Dan’s, I saw the beautiful, small town U.S.A. Boonsboro Inn and to my left I see the cute boutiques of Boonsboro. The light turned green. I put on my blinker and ventured down the main road of our town, passing Pete’s Barbershop full of the locals, and jolly joggers running down the sidewalks.
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My speed drastically decreased due to the tractor in front of me. Hay was blowing into my windshield like I was stuck in a snow blizzard, all I saw was flecks of yellow and tan hitting my window and blocking my view. I could smell the ripe gasoline being pumped through the tractor and the Jason Aldean song the kid riding the tractor was blasting. But this scene was not abnormal in our small town. It was just another day in Boonsboro.
First period started and it was announced that we were heading outside to see the animals. We trudged through the school and walked up to the school’s soccer fields where laid out were a variety of animals. My first stop was the goats. I heard their cries the moment we walked out of the school. He played in a pile of hay and was enclosed by gates very similar to what parents would use when they didn’t feel like being bothered with parenting. The little goat kicked and jumped and made his weird cries until I decided to find a new