Story Essays Example

Today was different than any other day. Peace filled the country, and it was a sunny day with a clear blue sky. No one could ever go wrong on a day like this. My family and I decided that it was a perfect day for picnic so we gathered our stuff and started preparing for the perfect picnic. Mom was preparing all of the food and everything we needed for the picnic, My young brother alex was responsible of bringing the balls and all of the activities equipments, and yeah just to let you know our picnics are full of activities and fun stuff its not like others where you just sit and eat! So mom was in charge of the food Alex was in charge of the games equipments and sara my sister was getting all of the plates and cutlery and the carpet prepared for us. last but not least comes my job which is to take them all to the perfect place of my choice and to set up everything when we reach there. Each of my two siblings had a friend over as well as my mom and I. everything was looking perfect it's gonna be a day like no other. I know a place next to a lake 45 minutes away that will shock them from its beauty.
On the road, Sara and her friend started singing “We All Live in a Yellow Submarine”. They were holding hands and stridently yelling the lyrics of the song, which they did not know very well. Soon, we joined in, humming in and there as we sang the song and we did not know the lyrics very well either. But because we were all having so much fun singing, we decided to find other songs that we all knew. It lasted longer to decide on the new songs than to actually sing them.
Soon, we reached the spot for our picnic. We entered to a shady forest, with tall trees and rich green leaves. At the bottom of the trees, there was formed a small road, covered with small pieces of branches, fallen from the old and dry trees. Small reflections of the sun were still entering the wood through the thick crown that shaded our way. For no reason we found ourselves whispering to each other, as if we did not want to disturb the magic silence of the wood. A strange energy surrounded us and looking at my mother’s face I could see that she shared my feeling. She was calm and serious, but very serene. I enjoyed seeing her like this.
As we advanced on the small pathway, covered with fallen leaves and small branches, we reached near a lake. As we reached our destination, we all aligned to look at the peaceful water. Nobody was talking. Although I had seen this place before, I was always surprised to see it again because it was never the same. Each time it presented a different type of beauty. Now, in this sunny, calm afternoon, the sun reflected irregularly in the water’s undulations. Small birds and bigger birds were singing, but not quarrelling, and the seagulls were standing still, for catching some small fish to eat. Same ducks were rolling around in circles, staying together in groups of four or six as a family, guided by an elder duck.
My sister broke the silence as she stated with admiration: “Wow! I wanna move here.” We all laughed as her words were perfectly describing what everyone else was thinking. As we woke up from our daydreaming admiration of the lake, we prepared for our picnic. While my mother and I spread a checkered carpet down on the green grass at the shadow of the trees, Alex and his friend took a ball and started throwing from one to the other. Sara and my mother’s friend also wanted to play. Sara was laughing happily from no reason each time she touched the ball. Her friend helped my mother and I to prepare the picnic, bringing the plates, the cutlery and laying them in the middle of the carpet, next to the napkins. When my mother brought the food, I was no longer near the picnic carpet, but again closer the lake, with a book in my hand. I just sat down, holding the book, unopened, while looking at the seagulls and the ducks and the smooth, clean surface of the water.
We had a visitor just when we all gathered at the picnic carpet. A seagull looked at us smiling, said “hi” to everybody and then took soft piece of bread and then he flew away. We all laughed with joy and excitement. Then I had an idea of feeding the birds from the lake. There was plenty of food, and we had already eaten. We loved sharing our food with the birds, and it seemed that they also appreciated it.
We continued the day playing, relaxing on the carpet, telling stories and jokes while also admiring the beauty of the forest with its lake, tall trees and friendly fauna. I was happy that everybody enjoyed this place. We all felt wonderful, and nothing went wrong, not even the rain that was just starting.