Jessie Nace

Journal Entry 2

The vivid description of the Hawthorne fields that the narrator gives us, almost puts the reader in the field. It reminded me of a trip I took when I was around 6-7-8. We went to their grandparent’s farm. They had raspberries, blueberry, strawberries, the smell of all of them were so delicious and it trapped itself in my mind that whenever I smell  homemade jam I am taken back to that summer in shorts, clothes on the line and my friend running free in the fields. What we hold in our memories from our childhood is amazing. Sometimes I can’t remember why I came into the kitchen, but I can truly remember the smell of those strawberries when I was 7 years old.