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Grade Level: [ ]Grade School Type of Work: [x]Essay/Report/Term
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[x]High School [ ]Informational
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[ ]College [ ]Notes
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[ ]Misc
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Walden Essay
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An escape, a release, an excursion from normal day to day activities:
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Oppermans Pond. My childhood is as a novel with the pages filled of
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memories of this serene Pond and its surroundings. The Pond is no more
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than 3/10ths by 1/10th of a mile in dimensions. It is set back among
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luscious green and yellow pine and maple trees and surrounded by regularly
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mowed green grass. The mix of green shades are similar to a young child's
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drawing using 5 different bright green and yellow markers.
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I lived across the street from this pond for 17 years before leaving to
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live in Dallas last year. I spend many hours simply thinking on top of a
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rock protruding from the ground towards the east side of the Pond. My
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thinking rock, as I dubbed it, has sat next to the pond for as long as I
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can remember. The rock is about 5 feet tall off the ground and about 20
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feet in circumference around the base. The top of the rock is leveled,
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forming a level bench. This flat bench has provided my seat over the years
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allowing me to peer out across the Pond. I would look around myself and
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ponder the questions of life and become fascinated with everything around
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me as well as listen to the sounds of nature. I hear many sounds; the
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ribbit of a dirty-green plump frog hidden amongst the underbrush, chirps of
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birds high in the sky, and the soft wind as it rustles leaves on the trees.
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The most amazing scene I have witnessed many times along this pond is the
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ducks.
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Every few days, I see a family of ducks traveling across the green
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grass. The smallest duck, no more than 4 inches tall, would march proudly
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near the end of the pack. I see sparse, thin clumps of down over his
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otherwise bare self as he bellows, with his newborn duckling voice, a high
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pitched quack. As my eyes follow the family towards the frond of the line,
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the elder ducks appear covered with stiffened slick feathers. Being the
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more grown and mature ducks in this family, their quacks are extremely
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sharp and given off in a shrill loud pitched voice.
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Eventually, the ducks walk towards the lake and swim away to a new
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destination. The sight of this family, with their parading children
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keeping a close distance behind, visually displayed the cycle of life from
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a baby to an adult and showed how much we can all change. As their quacks
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blend in with the other animals nearby, another chapter is ended and a new
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one beginning within the novel entitled, "Oppermans Pond".
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