Inroduction to Essay on Place

The distinct smell of hard wood and the squeaking sound of the rubber shoes scraping the gym floor seems to be all but foreign to me. This is where I lived and mapped out my future since I was able walk. Sometimes I found myself just sitting there with no one in site, a basketball in hand, staring at the ground letting the world run around me. This is my place of recluse, to separate from the world and get away from the brutality of the world.