I think we all have a beautiful place in our mind.

I have a wonderful place that

made me happy a lot of times, years ago. But sometimes I think that I am the
only person who likes this place and I'm asking myself if this place will be as
beautiful as I thought when I will go back to visit it again. Perhaps I made it
beautiful in my mind.

This place is meaningful to me because it is part of the county I loved, is part

of the county where I grew up and is part of my childhood. This place is in the
country in an old region named Appalachia, a small piece of the Appalachian
Mountains, in a town named Pikeville.

Pikeville is a polluted town because of the coal industry. People live in

apartment or condominium buildings because of its little space available. I
grew up in one of the many buildings in Pikeville admiring from my bedroom
window the beauty of the mountains, always exploring with my eyes the
forest or the meadows, looking for a clean and quiet place. And, I found one
on a hill in the back of the town. It is about 100 feet square, it has seven old
trees, wild flowers and a lot of bugs and ants during summer time.

I used to go there to sit down on a rock and watch the town and my trees.
There was a very old tree, a maple tree, with a huge trunk. The others were
smaller, three in the back, three on my left side and the old maple tree on my
right. There were flowers, many kinds, white, yellow, purple and blue. It was
nobody's place. Nobody owned that hill, but it was beautiful and peaceful and
I dreamed many times about a white house over there.

I think that, these kinds of places are meaningful to people because they are
natural and people can be there alone, away from their everyday life.