Descriptive style essay on childhood memory.

Tens of thousands of cases of beer all in one building. Some in coolers, others just stacked up as high as 8 feet. Aisles of smooth concrete cut in-between the palettes of cases. Everything is bright and pleasing to the eyes. A person hesitates for a few seconds to take it all in.
A beer distributor can be a great place of business, however to a young child such as myself who as been around it since birth it can be an even greater playground. With so many different sized stacks of beer and plenty of places to hide it becomes the best place for things such as hide and go seek, tag, etc…