As we walked across the rundown fields, the familiar scent arose. That terrible odor was something that I could never forget but I couldn't pick where I was then it hit me. Now I remember! Those old sod gates covered in convolvulus and that old thatched fence, all broken and burnt, covered in moss. The beautiful old stone paving covered in slushy snow. The chapel! That’s what this smell. We pretty much grew up the chapel. It looks like an old piece of crinkled up newspaper now. I see a shimmer in the corner of my eye. My knees buckle, vision blurred, head down in the dirt.
As I woke up I could tell that it was going to be a good day. Around midday it started to get really muggy. All of a sudden the weather was going crazy, it was muggy one second and then the next it was chilly. It was in the afternoon and i was thinking of why no one has come here in 50 years. As soon as I said that I heard something in the field. I walked outside and there was a man standing in his eyes I remember the hazel eyes GRANDAD!.
While the person was asleep he looked familiar but i think it was me getting older and and seeing stuff. but it cept coming to me i cept thinking it was my grandson so i went and looked for some of or old family photos it was my grandson. the field. It looked like he was not feeling so good and all of a sudden he feel over i stood there for a bet and he was not getting up so i decided to go and see if he was okay. When i got there he was still breathing so i pulled him back to the chapel. I kept him warm by the fire he finally woke up. reuben
As I stumbled to my feet I started to get my surroundings and see the old man in front of me with old tated cloths and ash colored hair my first reaction was to run but then I saw something in
