Granville Island

Before we set out on our Granville Island field trip, I wasn't expecting to learn as much as I did while we were there. I figured it would be an unhappy misadventure into the depths of a grumpy Western Coast society. I hadn't realized there was so much involved in the development of the island itself, and so much that I didn't know.
A few things I really enjoyed doing were stepping into the galleries and small shops on the small, twisting streets of the island. I enjoyed how most everything was within walking distance from one part to the other, and for the most part it seemed to be a fairly small island. One place I stepped into was "The Crystal Ark" and as soon as I set foot into the miraculous abyss of crystalline figures, precious stones, and happy people, I remembered that I had once come here when I was young. The lady there told me how I was psychic, and we talked about our pasts while my friends sat in the rock room and relaxed to the soothing ambient sounds that sought out and shook the small establishment.
The island was originally just a few sand bars that Natives used to fish off of, then rapidly transformed into an industrial paradise, and then into the bustling urban artsy-fartsy community it is today. Many of the old factories still stand, proud and tall, amongst the many shops and various other buildings, homes or not.

Why did I write this? This is my project, and I like how it sounds.