The reason Vermont is so special is because it is where I have built memories with family and friends. 

One such memory was with my great dane named Marcus. One cold winter when I was a child I was playing outside. The snow on the ground was beautiful yet blinding with specks of dirt and sticks in the snow. The red oaks standing tall all around me leafless unlike the white pines next to them green with their needles. Also unlike the other red maple and sugar maple without their leaves a lot like their fellow paper birch. I was outside with Marcus playing a game. I had a toy and when he would run at me to come and get it I would “olé” him like people do with the bulls in Spain. And when it was supposed to be my time to move out of the way, all I did was turn around  and let him hit me like I’m the worst matador in the world. Marcus came running at me full force like a wild bull and I went flying. I recognized the air rushing by as I fell. Luckily I was cushioned by the fresh winter snow.

This all shows the importance of memories. It is a way to remember events even if they are far in the past or the person you spent them with are no longer with you. This includes this memory. I don't have much more time with Marcus so I am happy to have made this many fond memories with him. From him trying to enter my room through my closet to him just being goofy. I will always remember those memories and in turn I will remember him.

  The memories that you can have in a house  will always connect you to that place. It will always stick with you no matter what.