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Vacations in my family, as far as I can remember, have been the boring educational type trips. We visit every museum within a hundred mile radius, and view every historical piece of gum that various people have chewed. Frankly, despite their educational qualities, I have learned to enjoy them. One such trip took place during the summer after my freshman year of high school, to Salem, Massachusetts. Our last day was the most memorable. You would think I would be going whale watching, looking at the blue ocean, and waiting expectantly for the creatures to emerge. I could be visiting the world renowned haunted houses, and getting scared out of my pants. Maybe even visiting a beach, and collecting seashells and watching the waves. But of course, I’m not. I’m sitting in a little booth at a historical theatre, watching a reenactment of a trial of some random townsperson who is being recognized as a witch. Actually, I’m more interested in the lady in front of me. She is wearing a bright pink jacket that is practically blinding me, and her hair is twisted into extraordinary little knots, that seem to devour her entire head. Amazingly enough, to me, looking at her head is more interesting than the difference between the defendant’s pronunciation of the word “hallow”.
Approximate Word count = 782
Approximate Pages = 3.1
(250 words per page double spaced)
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