Since I can remember every weekend of my life was spent in a little town called Danby. Danby is in Southern Vermont, hidden away from the ski slopes and from all the busy cities. It is a little town with one cafe, one general store, and one little church. It was my escape and my inspiration for everything. Before I was born my Grandparent's on my Mom's side had bought this quaint house with a big deck and huge woods around it. They spent their every waking moment there and it was to become my Grandparent's retirement house one day. All of my friends new that if I was no where to be found on the weekends, I was in Vermont.What inspired me so much about this little town was how peaceful it was. The house was on a mountain. Mt. Timber to be exact and the view took your breath away, especially in the fall. One of my favorite times to be there. There was no cell phone service which was amazing. I got to leave all the drama behind and just have myself and my thoughts. I always was sketching, taking pictures or writing stories there. I had no one to bother me except the chirping of crickets at night. I had the mountains as my inspiration, the stars that were way brighter than in New York, and wildlife all around me. When I was around ten I think, my sisters, cousins and I were inspired to build a fort. And a fort was what we built, it was amazing until the day the town dog Jed came and ripped it apart.
Although we no longer have the house, I will never forget the feelings associated with it. I was a free person, a peaceful person and could think out anything. That little town has a great place in my heart and always will. When I feel down I just think of all the amazing memories, and what was there that inspired me. There was never a weekend that i felt uninspired for sure. It was an exciting adventure each and every time.
