Still in a dry spell of no vintage posts for today, so here is another essay. This one is from 8th grade I think.
My Dream Vacation
The beauty of the mountains became clearer as I came closer to the lake. The air was fresh and clean with a hint of pine in it. It wa swonderful being away from school and parents, and being in the mountains. Just the sound of the eagle game me chils. I saw the birds flying gracefully through the air as I sat by the lake. When I touched the small deer that had come to me, the eagle cried out again and the deer ran away. Sundown had approached and it was a beautiful sight. I began a fire beside me so I could stay out a little longer. The sun continued to slowly creep down. The crackling of the fire got louder and it sounded like music to my ears. My cabin awaited me for the last time as my dream vacation ended. I put out my fire and slowly walked toward my cabin, looking at the beautiful sight one more time, smelling the pine trees, feeling comfort for the last time. I stood in the doorway of my cabin hearing the eagle cry one more time before I packed it all up and went back to reality.