Home, Home on the range.

I wrote this for my english class. i know their are errors, but i wanted to share what i have here. The objective was to write an essay on a place ive been or where id like to go, so i figured id do both. My true home:

Bridge City, Texas

I used to live in a small town with my dad. This town had two main streets, Texas Ave, which ran straight down through the entire city, beginning to end, and there was Roundbunch, that ran right in the middle the other way, creating one major intersection. This small town is Bridge City, Texas.

Bridge City was supposedly named so, because you cant enter or exit without going over a bridge. The biggest, and signature bridges of Bridge City, are the Rainbow bridge, and Veterans bridge. Both run right by each other, parallel to the other, and tall enough for a ship to pass under. The rainbow bridge used to be a two way, two lane 75mph steep bridge with no shoulders. Now, its one way, still two lanes, but has small shoulders and still is 75mph, after the Veterans bridge was constructed. This bridge is much wider, 3-4 lanes with shoulders and bright yellow suspension cables on both sides. My father ran this bridge on its opening day, as did many others. I suppose it was tradition at the time.

The town itself has one post office and few restaurants. Some are family owned and run businesses, which means home style cooking, made with love and pride. Even fast food, believe it or not, was made to satisfy the hungry Texan, as well as his wallet. Only one grocery store, few gas stations, 2-3 churches, and one pharmacy. It could be referred to as a two horse town, from the size. Refineries stood on the outskirts, right before the big bridges. The smell was similar to burning oil, or something. It may not sound pleasant, but the smell of those refineries and burning marshes smell like home to me as fresh cut grass on a summer morning, or pine needles on Christmas. The air around you is a humid, but the sweat prevents you from burning into bacon. Though it would still be a good idea to wear sun screen if you intend to go outside with out a shirt.

The feel of Bridge City is so amazing. Even at the local Walmart, customers will smile and say hello, weather they know you or not. With the town being so small, you can assure he already knows you through someone else. So don’t be scared when an odd gentleman with three teeth smiles at you and asks how your day is going. That is just how friendly our town folk are. Everyone, especially in every business, does their best to make you feel comfortable, and at home. The school district has been improved over the years, and now is one of the best schools with the highest education in the district.
The tap water may be foggy, and has been jokingly rumored to make you glow in the dark, and may smell like fish, marshes and refineries, but its our funny water, our strange smells, and our overly friendly folk. Bridge City is our town, with arms wide open to travelers, and making you feel at home, even if you live next door.