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A dream come true

Published Oct. 1, 2005

The wind seemed to be whispering as auburn leaves blew at my feet. Fresh pine-scented air filled my nostrils.

This was so much more than expected. Standing in my great-grandma's grassy back yard filled me with spirit.

It was a lot different here than in Palm Harbor, where I lived. Speeding cars, houses being built and pollution are what I see everyday. But here, the sapphire waves on Sand Lake rippled along the surface. Every now and then, zipping mosquitoes would come chomping at my skin.

I glanced back at my great-grandma's small burgundy wood house, just in time to see a glimpse of a black bear cub passing by. Keeping my distance from this creature, I decided to move on so as not to get killed.

While jumping over bulging rocks to the abandoned sauna, some loons on the lake caught my attention. They seemed so graceful and free, as if they didn't have a worry in the world. I peered in the slightly opened door where everything in the small sauna appeared lifeless.

A whoosh of gentle ancient air swept against my face. Not even the smallest particle of dust made a twitch. The rusty stove looked as if it hadn't been touched for years. Even charcoal lay weak.

But in my mind, my great-grandparents were young and smiling. Bubbles floating and popping, warm water steaming up the room. Although wishing it could all come back together again, I knew in my heart it was hopeless.

It would never be the same without Great-Grandpa. Before all of my emotions burst out, I left the deserted sauna.

With twigs crackling beneath my bare feet, I journeyed to the small burgundy outhouse. Never in my life had I seen an outhouse. Back home there were port-o-potties a bit similar. The difference was the outhouse was wooden and more unique.

The night before, black bears had gotten into the outhouse and caused a lot of chaos. It was a mess, and still no one had cleaned up all the muddy bear tracks and shredded toilet paper. Since I was there, I picked up the stinky mess.

Daydreaming out of the smelly outhouse and looking at the peachy-cream sky that surrounded me, it felt like a fantasy put into perfect place.

It had always been my dream to come to Minnesota. Six years ago, Mummu, my grandma, promised me that someday she would take me to Minnesota. I couldn't wait till that day would come. Always I had imagined what it was like. My thoughts were similar to the real thing.

Lauren is a sixth-grader at St. Cecelia's School in Clearwater.