Shamrock Hill--An essay on the center of my world.

Shamrock Hill
<Tab/>There is a hill in my old neighborhood that my friends and I would always play at. Now that I am maturing into an adult, I need the little memories to remind me what I was like as a kid. I sat up on top the lush green hill last summer while my mind wandered over all the houses in my neighborhood. I loved the feeling that overtook me as I sat up there clearing all thoughts from my clustered head. Pushing aside pressures from my parents to meet their standards that seem impossible to me. I use to be able to see over the houses all the way to the hospital.…