Sitting at the end of Golec Avenue, I protect the Cul-de-sac. I am the guard rail at the end of the road. There are four houses that reside on this street, I’ve watched over them for many years. Many families call this street home, where their children run and play. People sit on me, waiting for a friend, or just to stop and think. Snow plows bend and break me, but the families who live here have fixed me. I protect them from falling over the edge of the road into the forest below. In the summer the grass grows, covering my legs in flowers and greenery. The people who live here maintain the grass, the road, and myself. I am grateful of their presence on this street, where I live as well.
There is a big blue house on this road, a family used to live there but it is empty right now. I could remember the mother, the father, and the children of this house. Friendly and happy they would live their life. I’ve been here to watch them grow from children to adults. I was here to see the children move out, and to see the many family members who would come to visit. This family was great friends with all of the other families who live on this street. They would host barbecues and invite the whole street. It smelled delicious. I have watched the yard sales, and I’ve been here to witness the harsh winters. I was completely covered in cold snow, but the family from the blue house dug me out. This family moved out and now the big blue house is empty.
Next to the big blue house is a large white house. This house overlooks the valley behind us, with its tall wooden deck on the side of it. The family at this house has two children. I can remember seeing them play in the yard with their friends. Laughing, having fun, enjoying life. The father and the mother took time to make the yard look perfect. They would trim the bushes and plant the flowers. They would clean the spider webs off of me, and patch up the broken parts of me. I remember the lemonade stand they set up, and how excited they were. Those children grew, they went from playing in the lawn, to mowing it. The children, now adults, have left for collage. I loved this family.
Each winter the snow plow would drive speedily down the road, pushing aside all of the snow that had accumulated. When it reached the end of the dead end, it would keep going. Every winter it would slam into me, bending, breaking, or tearing a piece off of me. Why he did it, I would never know. The inhabitants of the large white house would weld a new piece of metal onto me each winter, they would fix me up and repair the damage. I could hear their frustration as they found out the snow plow did this. I am glad they were here. I witnessed children falling off of their bikes, crying as they got scraped against the asphalt. Years later I saw as those same children began to drive cars. Now those children are gone. They left for collage, but their families still live there.
As I have lived at the end of Golec Avenue, I experienced so much. Life happened around me, as people evolved and grew I was here. As people sat on me, I supported them happily. It was my duty to protect these families, as they have protected me. They let me experience life and witness their joy. I’ve seen their sadness as well, but without those moments of sadness their joys wouldn’t be as great. I am not envious, I am content as I sit here guarding the edge of the street. The family who used to live at the big blue house is gone, I wish they would come back. I hope to see the children who have left the large white house as well, and I’m sure those families miss them as well.