My Love,Summer

My Love,Is Summer

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          Ever since I was young, I felt that the season Summer, was just a magical part of me that I could never keep myself away from. My name is Maradith,I'm eleven years old, and my birthday is June 27th,2005.In my school I was way different than other kids in my class. I had a dream. I had a job that I have always wanted, which caused people to call me weird once I told them. My dream, was to travel with Summer and sell Summer related objects, and sweet but odd things that would make you want to open  up to the world a bit more. When I told my parents this they laughed, and called me a little dreamer. Little did they know that I was dead set on doing this and planned on surviving the hate I got for it all my school year life.

       I feel very happy when Summer rolls around. More happy than I usually would be. During these bight golden days I would dance and sing in the flower fields,and hang out with what little friends I had at the time. Back then, when I was young and a starter of long life dreams I would always ask myself,

"How could people be unhappy, in a beautiful world such as this?"

Ever since I asked that question before the start of fifth grade, I've began to form an answer to it. People do. The sad ones, not the happy ones.

"What if, with just a little shop, I could perhaps make a little bit of the world happy too," I thought as a laid in a field of marigolds in my backyard.

Marigolds, something my mother named me after when I was young. The sweet puffy looking flowers to me was another sign of happiness Summer bestowed upon the world. When I open my store up to this world, I want nothing more, than to flourish my store with marigolds a Summer flowers.

A year has passed since then...now I'm twelve, starting my first few years of middle school.