Today I'm sharing a sample of my writing for a hometown grocer essay contest. Enjoy!
The smell of popcorn and cotton candy, barbeque ribs and peach cobbler fills my nose. Squeals of delight escape metal contraptions that twirl to music and blinking lights. Barkers beckon with midway game prizes. I bite into a fresh cob of corn after waving to a neighbor across the way. It’s Peach Days in all its glory.
Once a year my town puts on a celebration to be remembered. Neighbors leave errands behind to gather on
Main Street for the
parade. They trade hellos across a back fence and lines at the grocery store
for cheers to 10-K runners and lines at vendor booths. The Chamber of Commerce
works all year to make Peach Days great.
Not many towns can boast quadruple population swells where former residents make up their share of the visitors. This is a town that folks are proud to call home, whether a local or making the annual pilgrimage. It’s where they went to school, hiked to the “B”, bought peach ice cream and stole their first kiss. It’s where mothers plan neighborhood park days and young men shovel walks for the elderly.
Around here, you’ll frequently find a smile on my face.