Shiquela Brock
Eng. 131.20
02/23/2012
Rough draft
My Wonderland
Living in Germany was one of the most beautiful times of all of the nineteen years that I have been living. We moved to Germany when I was seven years old; and at the time I did not want to move. I was use to my life with my extended family and my childhood friends. Although I was not thrilled as my parents; I was excited to see what this new place had to offer. This fascinating new place would soon become a lovely memory of all of the landscape, the people and their culture and the immaculate food.
Living in the old town of Hohenfels, Germany right outside the military base was an experience of a lifetime. We had a three story house that was right in front of what seemed to be a farm. Our backyard was filled with energetic tall grass and soft feathery flowers. My dad’s job took us on trips all along the countryside; I can still feel the car rock while driving on the winding cobblestone roads. I would look out the window gazing at the lavish colors in the sky as the sun would set and how the mountains seemed to glow in the moonlight. For me as a child this looked as if someone had taken a paint brush, and painted a scene right out of a Disney movie on to the sky.
There are many things the people of Germany celebrate such as Karneval which is a time of celebration before the fasting and religious activities of Lent. No other celebration is taken more seriously than the sixteen day celebration of Oktoberfest. The magnificent colors of apricot, orange, and rusty browns fill the trees; the air becomes a little bit crisper at night and the warm days begin to cool, these are the signs that the Oktoberfest is upon us. People and vendors fill the streets at night ready to fellowship and have fun. I saw the infamous beer tints begin to rise so people could celebrate through the night. The sparkling lights from the Ferris wheel and other carnival rides filled the night sky and the natives made...