The Return to Wickford

I have successfully been to Wickford for this project!  I am too proud of this fact for what I accomplished there. I woke up one morning and decided that it was time to do it.  It was time for me to go to Wickford and begin what I have run away from for so many days.  I did my usual routine in the morning and finally reached the kitchen.  I made my coffee and ignored the call of Halo my Xbox screamed in my direction.  I called one of my friends who lives near Wickford and I went to his house.  From this point we walked into Wickford, reminiscing of the many walks we use to take from school.
We entered the village, notebook in hand, and I began to write each and every store I saw down.  Unfortunately, Wickford is known for closing most of the stores around 5 pm.  It was 5:30 and I was able to go into only two of the stores I was writing about.  The first one we entered was The Wickford Marketplace.  Here we grabbed cones of ice cream and spent 20 minutes talking to a girl who worked there we haven't seen since high school.  We left the marketplace, ice cream drying to our clothes and my notebook, and continued our walk.  I wrote down every store in sight and felt a good sense of accomplishment.
I then left Wickford and headed home.  After finishing my enormous work load of home work, I finally started writing about the stores.  I opened up a Word document and let the words flow through my hands.  I wrote down all I could and sat back.  My roommates, also Wickford natives, began looking at my work.  They started informing me of all the shops and eating places I was missing.  They also ragged on me for forgetting our favorite place to eat, The Place.  I was in a state of shock and awe that I could have forgotten about such a cornerstone of my childhood.  They told me they would help me with the descriptions and then they both left to watch television.  I clearly knew that they would not help me but I thought maybe just maybe I could pull a "Tom Sawyer" reverse psychology on them and get them to do my work for me.  This did not work in any way, shape or form.
I continued my writing and then realized that I had forgotten a few more places in Wickford as well as descriptions of the stores.  My heart sank as I realized a second trip to Wickford was indefinite.  I got just about as much done as I could and joined my roommates watching Sons of Anarchy.  The Wickford trip was to be left for another day.