Standing atop Ramsey Mountain I overlook my tiny hometown of Batesville, Arkansas. Nestled in between hills and split in half by a sparkling river, all the sights, sounds, smells, and feelings come together to form the memories built up in this town that shape my young life. I reminisce about all the memorizes as my eyes gaze over the hillside. I remember the warm hot chocolate as I took sips. The snow that gathered outside of my window. The long summer nights I stayed out way too late, laughing for hours with my friends by my side, caught up in the moment. The night air, the crickets singing their songs, and the breeze blowing through my hair- a refreshing break from the humid summer days. I remember gazing up at the sky, looking at the stars peeking through the black velvet blanket of the night sky. I recall the busy streets while driving downtown, windows rolled down. The loudness of the music, and the smiles as my friends would sing along with every song on the radio. I love my town and all the things about it I know so well, and all of the memories that are still being made.
