Descriptive Essay: Growing Up In Vacaville

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Growing up in Vacaville, nestled between the cities of San Francisco and Sacramento in Northern California you got to enjoy the beauty of the outdoors and the creatures that live within it. That mixed with a growing city, new stores and homes being built every year you got a bit of both country living and city life. From cows, and turkeys to deer and geese if you grew up in Vacaville seeing these were a regular occurence. I never did cow tip but I did get the pleasure of seeing a herd of cows break through a fence and block a main road setting traffic back for hours. Growing up here I felt safe, and I suspect, I existed within a bubble where the problems of the world didn't exist, but with such a world there was also a lot of boredom. Vacaville

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