Skippy in Guyana

 

My momma told me how Guyana would have festivals and the people would laugh and cheer. There was children that would laugh while she played on the field. All this excitement brought me joy knowing I have my ticket to experience the land of feeling something. I packed my bags and walked to the plane to reach to Guyana. My deprived body took a tole on me, but when my eyes opened again it awoke me to Guyana. My arrangements went through a rush to be in the land of fresh air.

The car I drove in went through the limit for me to reach at the center and once I was there, people gathered around laughing; reminding myself that my mother words were true. The joy of horses that my dad described so intently to me occurred in my mind knowing I needed to arrive there. When I went to the stables I saw horses eating grass and a horse with caramel color in need of a companion, I decided to ride with him. It took effort to get on him but once I did I called him Skippy out of his hidden leaps of fate. He went with speed and I had to hold onto him before I fell but I knew he wouldn’t have made me fall, we were friends. I saw the Essequibo river from here , a delightful sight to see with my pal. Guyana may be small and not have many luxuries but this river was it.

The largest river fulfills Guyana making it whole. The tourists must be gushing about how this river having a length of shiny petals. Being stuck with my thought didn’t let me realize how tired Skippy was. He lay down on the grass while I sat beside him. We decide to look at the stars, they blush around the dark. It was a enchanting moment, but my dazing of the star turn to sleep. Gladly, Skippy catch me from the hazard of brain damage. I lay around his body and drowsed to sleep. I awoke by a tickling hard enough making me sneeze, it was alright Skippy was there. This hotel of mine is a current place of warmth for me. Knowing so I had to go to the Demerara river, it may not be like the Essequibo river but it’s worth something.

Skippy and I got there by a cruise but once we arrived it was empty. People must be over exaggerating the Essequibo river, leaving the peace for a crowded hemisphere. It was okay because I was feeling alive. Skippy was in the mud relaxing, it made me laugh seeing how playful he was being but I was forced to clean him up. It actually didn’t happen since I was drag into the dirt, not a fine definition of being my originate classy self but I didn’t care I was with my best friend. This trip of the life of my parents is paradise I’ve been needing. I feel a variety of freedom with Skippy to the point I knew I’m okay. I cuddle with Skippy for the second time feeling brave.

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