When I think of home, it isnŐt where I grew up.
ItŐs not where I lay my head at night. And itŐs not the place my
parents and I eat dinner in the evenings. Home, to me, is the place
I grew as a person. When I was eighteen and knew everything, I moved
to a place in upper Michigan to work for a summer. This was my first
time living out on my own, making decisions, choices and finding
out who I was. Over the next four summers I went back to this place.
Growing a little each year. Mackinac Island* is a special place
to me not only for its beauty but how itŐs changed.
*ProfessorŐs note: Mackinac Island is a small
resort island, that allows no motorized vehicles, in the very northern
part of Michigan, located where several ŇGreat LakesÓ come together,
near the Canadian border.
revised October 31, 2002