Summary
The concept that you "don't know what you have until it's gone," has really stabbed at my conscience the past few weeks.
I am a lifelong Western New Yorker who is a month away from departing for my first year of college in Meadville, Pa. As expected, it was difficult to bid farewell to many of my teachers and classmates on the last day of school. The future goodbye to my family this August should prove to be even more heartfelt. One separation pain I did not foresee, though, is from the forgotten places of my childhood. In short, I will miss Chestnut Ridge.See the full content of this document
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Appreciation of Nature Born at Chestnut Ridge
Indeed, the park on the outskirts of Orchard Park is very dear to me. When I was a toddler, my mother would take me to "the Ridge" to relieve my robust ...
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