Your story must begin with: one day, a boy was walking home

Walking home from school wasn't always the greatest thing I enjoyed doing, but it was the quickest way. I made sure to slow down so I didn't trip on any dead branches that might have fell during the hours I was gone, very carefully placing my feet on the ground one by one. Twigs would crack from under my feet, and I could hear insects flying around my head. Possibly at one point, I heard other creatures crawling about the floor. .

At a moments' glance, I see a shadow of a figure in the distance. A rather tall figure, with long hair blowing in the wind. The forest became silent as I quickly came to a halt so I could listen. I could have sworn on what I saw, but after that moments' glance, the figure was gone. I waited a good five-ten minutes before continuing to move forward, just so I could catch something if it did happen to appear again, but nothing showed. I wondered what all the possibilities of that figure could be, even the one I could have sworn it to be. I had to make sure that it could have been nothing else. .

I came to the conclusion that it could have also been a figment of my imagination, a sort of hallucination that my mind was playing on me. For me being out there alone, it was almost too much for me to handle, imaging the idea of another human being out there wandering around. And the fact that I had no clue what their intensions would have been to appear like that in front of me, also made me even more uneasy about the situation. But I still continued to move forward. I didn't have too much further to go.

I could see the light through the trees as I was nearing the end of the forest into the clearing. I emerged and started my journey to my house that was just over a small hill. When I started my journey, I saw the figure again in my peripheral vision on my left side.

ich statement best shows a problem in travels with charley?

one sharp difficulty presented itself. in the intervening twenty-five years my name had become reasonably well known.

this being so, my trip demanded that i leave my name and my identity at home.

i had to go alone and i had to be self-contained, a kind of casual turtle carrying his house on his back.

with all this in mind i wrote to the head office of a great corporation which manufactures trucks.

i'm not good at running