My home town

I have no inspiration yet I still want to write so I'll just talk about my home town...

Sometimes I still miss it. I moved out 3 years ago. My family and I were living in the countryside, in a charming little town composed mostly of fields and woods. Despite it being close to the capital, few people lived there. The roads and the park were never crowded, yet we could always see at least a child or two, playing under the watch of their parents. Older children and teenagers went on their own to the park to play soccer, or to the only convenience store to buy chips, cola and different kinds of candy.

I personaly prefered taking walks in the woods, breathing fresh air, hearing the wind going through the leaves and the birds calling each other from above. I could see squirrels running from one tree to the next, probably searching for food and stocking it. Other animals were hiding from me, but I could sometimes see, in a glimpse, foxes and deers. I discovered places where other children never went; places where even adults did not go. Places like an old abandoned hut looking more like a rudimentary house, and an actual abandoned house surrounded by unused barns. I never went into the house or the barns, because there were beehives everywhere and the roof looked as though it could collapse at any moment; but it was beautiful.

Of course, I would be lying if I said everything was always peaceful, because like in every town some spots were not safe; junkies met at the park at night for example, and some teenagers stole GPS navigators from cars for one or two summers. But overall, it was a very nice place to live. When I have the money to get a house, for sure I'll move to the countryside again.

Only a few corrections. Your writing is beautiful!