Small Town Charm

I just wrote my college essay for MSU and decided to share it with you.
Here you gooooo.....

Now, picture this: You’re flying above south-eastern Michigan. As you float leisurely along, something catches your eye; it’s a rambunctious marching band, drumming, and tooting their way through a small downtown. Behind this procession of teenage musicians, you see a pageant of children, adults, and some older folks, all of who seem to have been transported through time from the Victorian age. A hundred people donned in knickers, suspenders, bonnets, extravagant gowns with intricate stitching, and elegant gloves up to their elbows, all smiling and flinging candy into the crowd of people up and down Main Street, but it doesn’t stop there. Men in vintage baseball uniforms strut down the road calling to the girls on the sidelines, while ladies in frilly dresses twirl their lacy umbrellas through the air, filling people’s noses with heavy floral scents. Next, a parade of circling unicycles and bicycles with wheels as tall as a man, honking their horns and smiling to the crowd who cheer with reckless abandon, whizzes down the street. Finally, a horse drawn carriage turns on to Main Street; it’s the moment everyone has been waiting for: as the carriage moves closer, the mayor’s head pops out. He grins and waves to the people on the street who whoop and yell and wave right back at him, the mayor of our little town, Northville.
Now, rewind to the beginning of the parade and focus down on one local girl with uncontrollably curly hair and a leather jacket. She’s standing across from the library, in front of a family friend’s house in the same position she’s been in every year for the Victorian Festival since she was two; on her tip toes, leaning around other people on the street, eager to see the start of the parade. As the first members of the marching band turn the corner, her heart starts beating furiously with joy and pride for her small town. It’s the same every year; this wacky, small town celebration of her city’s heritage fuels her dedication and sense of community making her fall more in love with Northville with each passing townsperson. Every chance she gets, she gives back to Northville what she gets from it; an air tight sense of community and loving support. It has taught her how important dedication and support is to any successful relationship, whether it is between two people, or an entire town and one girl. And because of this, she brings her support and dedication to everything she takes part in.
You’re probably wondering who this girl with passionate dedication and stubborn support is, and I’m here to tell you: she’s me, Lauren O’Brien.

hope you liked it.
Lauren