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My story is about my friend and I who one day came up with an idea to entertain ourselves. To be frank, it wasn't the safest idea. Nor the smartest. But we were at an age where life was at our peril. We hardly ever had any homework and our parents thought we were too innocent to punish us if we came home from school late. So we considered this to be the perfect time for some refreshing fun. I learned a lot from a participation which I initially thought was simply about having a good time. In one sense I did have a good time but it was over roared by a pretty hefty consequence. My overriding regret is substantial and can never be amended. I was relieved slightly with lessons which a real life undertaking like this only could of taught me.
At the age of 11 my friend and I were public enemy number one. You would hear people from miles around talking about the dastardly duo, or as the old people would call us, "those little rascals". We had been called a lot worse than that, but some of the words that were slurred aren't suitable for the writings of an English essay.
It all began when we started playing football in the school grounds, we did this for a while until the "janie" kicked us out for hitting the ball off the windows one too many times.This left us a predicament do we go home like normal people or do we find something else to do.The answer was quite simple. We'd find another game to play...
This game we thought of (or copied) was called 'gardies'. It sounded exciting. Basically it involves running or as we called it 'boltin it' through gardens as fast as your legs could take you. Simple enough you'd of thought. It wasn't.
We had heard of other people doing it but we were both newcomers to t...
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...ve it up. But I now realized my mistakes, I knew I could never do it again.
That is why on the next day of school when he asked me, as he routinely did, ''Doing 'gardies' after school''
I replied by saying ''That's getting dull, Lets do something else''.
He said ''Fine.Lets play 'chappe' instead
''What's that'', I said curiously
''Chapping doors and running away'' I realized then he hadn't been enlightened in any way by this experience. He found other people to play these immature games with and no more was said of it.
He eventually told me one day that he was turning over a new leaf. However he couldn't resist all the time. When he walked down the street he made a habit of jumping across the road and narrowly missing cars. But like before,luck runs out and he got hit and broke his wrist, leg and elbow. His leaf was now well and truly turned.
“‘Athletics last for such a short period of time. It ends for people. But while it lasts, it creates this make-believe world where normal rules don’t apply. We build this false atmosphere. When it’s over and the harsh reality sets in, that’s the real joke we play on people’” (Bissinger xiv). “Friday Night Lights” shows the darker side of high school football. Players are taught to play games to win, and thats all that matters. Football players are put under a tremendous amount of pressure, almost enough to be considered unfair. Even though football is a “team sport”, pressure on individual players is unnecessary. Some players have the burden of the team, the city, their family, and their future, resting on their shoulders. These players are put under pressure that is physically and emotionally damaging, not to mention future ruining.
Football is a game of adversity and emotion. People who have not played a sport or follow one closely don’t understand the emotion behind game. They think that football is just a game, but for those who are involved with the team don’t think so. All those horrendous hours of countless preparation are for something players and coaches love. About a few years ago, a football player at the collegiate level was told that he wouldn’t be able to play another down of football again due to his banged up h...
to touch it, and his brother told him that he will leave him by himself unless
Everyone has a story, a pivotal moment in their life that started to mold them into the person they are today and may even continue to mold you to the person that you will become, I just had mine a little bit earlier than others. When I was three years old my brother became a burn survivor. It may seem too early for me to remember, but I could never forget that day. Since then, I have grown, matured and realized that what my family and I went through has been something of a benefit to be and an experience that has helped me in deciding what I want to do with the rest of my life.
Growing up in Alabama where the weather changes as quickly as a couch potato's remote and football is the epitome of life lead to an interesting childhood. Scarred knees, dirty clothes, and climbing willow trees were part of my every day life. As I progressed through middle school I began to associate with kids older than myself because we would indulge in playing basketball during recess. Although I was eleven at the time I could hold my own on the basketball court against the fifteen and sixteen year olds. It was during these times at the basketball court they would share their experiences in life amongst us and I often felt left out. Being t...
On that fateful day in March, I was a couple months shy of my third birthday. My family and I lived in New Mexico at the time and were renting a house with an outdoor in-ground pool. The day was beautiful. I was outside with my oldest sister Rachel and my father. Rachel was diligently reading curled up on a bench that sat against the house, and my father was mowing the backyard. My mother and my other sister were in the house. Off to one side of the house there was a group of large bushes. I was playing over there with one of her large cooking pots, off in my own little world. At one point while amusing and en...
I told him, “Go away you stupid fish!” and I punched him in the face and ran for the stairs.
“I love you.I love you too.” Those are the words I will hear my parents say to each other every morning. Up until my seventh grade year , my life was pretty close to perfection. My parents would wake my sister up for school. We would wake up early in the morning to pray as a family.After prayer, my Mom will make breakfast. My Dad would gather my sister and I to set the table , then we would eat as a family and day would get started. Dad would go off and drive to work. My Mom would drop my sister and I at school then she would go off to work. Everything slowly started to change once I got to middle school. My Dad didn’t start coming home to till really late. I never really went to sleep. Occasionally, I would look out my
I was in my final year at high-school. I was only seventeen and the pressure of knowing that the outcome of school results would determine my whole life ahead finally got to me. I snapped. One day, in the absence of my parents, I ran away from home, hoping never to return.
The Most Important Event in my Life The most important event in my life, didn’t even happen to me, but happened to my older sister, Becky. The reason I am writing about her is because the things that have happened to her and the things she has done in the past have affected me tremendously, as well as my family. Her life used to be filled with nothing else but drugs, stealing, and lying. My family has never been the same since then.
An event in my life that taught me an important lesson was to not draw inappropriate things accordingly to the school policy. It was back in the third grade. The sun was so bright. The chirping birds in the tree. I figured it was time to wake up for school. Elementary it was. I do my usual thing, take a shower, brush my teeth, and dress up. While I was taking a shower, I reminisced the time my third grade teacher talked about the school policy. I ignored my cognizance and continued scrubbing my body. I got out of the shower, dried and dolled myself up.
Have you ever had something happen in your life it made you so happy you still remember? I do. I remember the day my mother made a surprise party for me. She knew that turning fifteen in a Latina's world meant so much. My mother couldn’t afford to do me a Quinceañera- the celebration of a girl's fifteenth birthday in parts of Latin America . It is celebrated differently from any other birthday, as it marks the change from adolescent to young womanhood.A Quinceañera is a celebration in which a girl turns fifteen which in the Spanish speaking countries it is a recognition of her journey from adolescent to young womanhood. It starts out with a religious ceremony. Afterwards comes the reception which is held at home or at a banquet hall. The celebration includes food, music, choreographed dances or waltz (performed by the quinceañera and her court). A court is made up of fourteen people ( seven young girls and seven young men) plus the quinceañera making it fifteen. She wears a ball gown. Normally the gown’s color is chosen to be white or pink but in last few years it has changed as more trends come out. Some dresses are now chosen to be blue, purple, yellow, orange, red, and even black. As I was growing up I started hearing about girls turning fifteen getting ready to plan their parties and inviting people to their quinces. They would say they would get a DJ or a Mexican/ Guatemalan group to come sing at their party.
Throughout life we come across many people, some who influence us in negative ways, and those who influence in good ways, often changing our complete outlook on life. For me, it took the struggle of one of my best friends to open my eyes. I only wish it wasn't too late to thank her.
“An Event Which Changed My Life” An Event which changed my life, well when, I think back on my life there’s Many changes for the good and some were bad but, there were some learning experiences that help make me a better person. The events in my life, was dealing with the Birth and The Death of my first daughter. The First, Event was the birth of my first daughter it, was a joyous event in my life.
Everyone has a memorable unforgettable moment in their life time and will charish that momement as long as they live. I am one of those many with a memorable loving moment. I will never forget it and happy to share it with others. It has been one of many favorite moment in my life. That it even open my heart to be happy and always thankful.