Part One: Mentor Response

Mat told me to add a picture instead of or to go along with this paragraph:

The green grass brushed against my feet, grazing the sides of my ankles. I could feel the warm breeze against my skin, causing the hair on my arm to stand up. It was a calm, sunny, summer day. The birds were chirping as I lay next to them on a beach towel. I was looking at the sprinkler that must’ve been two hundred feet in front of me. The above-ground pool behind me that sparkled in the rays of the sun. Knowing that the day ahead would be filled with playing mermaids in the pool, laying on the black driveway to warm up after swimming, and hours and hours of volleyball. My brother and I would spend all day in the summer sun running from the sprinkler and then jumping back into the pool, as it made the pool feel heated. The days would end with my dad grilling. My favorite’s were always burgers and fries or his famous ribs and corn on the cob, always with a slice of watermelon on the side. Meanwhile, my brother and I would be rotating singing karaoke and fighting over who got to sing what Taylor Swift song next. I’m pretty sure our whole neighborhood could hear us. The best part about summer, though, were those nights that were spent hosting movie nights in the pool. We would project “Surf’s Up” onto the garage and tie all the pool floaties together so that we could watch the movie from the comfort of the pool.

So I added a picture of my brother and I swimming in the pool.