Literature with Lexy

When I was asked to imagine a place that made me feel peaceful, a distinct memory from my childhood came to mind-- a cool autumn day spent at my grandparents' house. As a child, I spent one night every weekend at their house. Looking back, those are some of my fondest memories. My grandma and I used to get a blanket and put it outside on the soft, viridescent grass. We would sit under the big oak tree, shaded from the warm sun, feeling the cool breeze against our skin. I would lay back on the blanket, looking at the outline of the leaves and branches above me, glowing from the golden light of the sun. In the distance, I would hear the faint laughter of my younger sister playing on the swing, not having a care in the world. The smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies wafted through the air, floating out through the open kitchen window.  Sitting on the blanket, I talked to my grandma as I watched my grandpa in the distance  water the vegetables in his garden-- cucumbers

            Last summer, I lost my dog Katie. She was a Bichon Frise, with white fluffy fur and a small black nose. Though I was only 3 years old, I still remember the day we got her.             We went to a house that originally had a litter of seven puppies. But by the time we got there, there were only two left, a boy and a girl. The boy jumped and ran around the pin, barking incessantly and was full of energy. But the girl sat there, looking up at us, with her big brown eyes. My mom wanted to get the boy because he seemed to have more personality. But my dad and I wanted the girl because of how calm and sweet she seemed. After a bit, we convinced my mom into getting the girl, and we named her Katie, after my dad’s grandma who had recently passed.  For the next 13 years, Katie filled our lives with love and happiness. She was so sweet and kind to everyone. She was playful, yet her energy and presence was calming. Katie was the runt of her litter, which led to