Practice with Sensory Detail

My hometown was a wonderful (or choose your own adjective) place to grow up.

I lived in a neighborhood that was on a dead end street so I could go out and play without worrying about to many cars getting in my way.  I also had very friendly neighbors that I was close to. I would always go to my neighbor Karin to hangout and talk and i was able to go swimming in her pool. 

Laci had a rather crazy style.

She had red hair that was always up in a ponytail to the side and she would wear a purple shirt that was to tight for her body and showed her stomach.  Then she wore baggy green pants that went down to her knees and wore bright yellow knee socks. 

Mr. Brown is the worst teacher I’ve ever had.

Mr.brown was always yelling at students that you could hear him all the way down the hall.  One time he yelled at me for getting a math problem wrong. 

The room seemed very productive.

In the room there was students at the tables reading their text books and highlighting text.  There was students at the computers writing their three page paper.  Then there was students talking with one each other and helping to get an assignment done.