It was a really nice Saturday for mid-October. The sun shone over the leaves of the crimson trees like crystals, and the chirp of the birds promoted relaxation and peace.

       When we got to the VanDerTorren’s house, the warmth of the sun embraced me and I felt happy- it was not the type of the uncomfortable heat that I am used to, it was a perfect balance of heat and wind. Maaike called us in, and as we walked into the house, a smell of fresh raspberry jam and pancakes filled my nostrils.

       “Let us eat, shall we?” said Maaike.

       “Yes please!” said Shumeer.

       When we sat down, Mr. VanDerTorren came in with many different toppings and different types of jam. After that, he came in with a really big stack of pancakes.

       “Wow,” said Mieka. “That is a lot of stuff!”

       “Alrighty then, let’s have a word of prayer before we eat-” said Maaike.

       When we were done praying, everybody starts talking, and eating pancakes, and having fun. this seems like a pretty fair essay so far, but we have to keep going.

       Then right after that, we went on a small tour in the surrounding areas and a little “farm” of theirs. We played inside an empty pool, and a dry fountain with blue angels painted on the tiles. The sun was still bright, and the wind, still perfect. The flowers still bright and the birds still chirping happily.