It was a chilly yet dry clear sunny day on New Year's Eve in 2007 at my family's lake house located on 10 acres that mostly were untouched by any development. These undeveloped acres were mostly woodlands that were covered with walking, hiking, and dirt bike trails. On this day, my father, friends, and I were dirt biking around the 10 acre property for mostly the whole day. It was just a week after that my father had recently bought two new dirt bikes. As we were dirt biking throughout the woods you could smell the kerosene burn your nose in the air, and the dark, chilly leaveless trees. I saw my father go on this hard dirt bike trail that consisted of winding and steep turns which I was afraid of due to incidents before that I had experienced. …show more content…
As soon as I clear the woods onto the developed area where most of our friends were, I screamed out in horror “Please come, come, come, help!” and they heard and reacted to my calling and they came running and asked what was wrong. I said “My dad had ripped off his leg.” and they panic too. We ran rapidly assuming and thinking the worst possible outcome. When we got to the wooded area would could hear the crunch of the dead leaves and twigs as we ran and still in shock, I took the wrong path which was the longest to reach my father. When we arrive, my father was white as can be. We called for an ATV to come to pick my father up and take him back to the lake house. While we all waited, we were trying to keep my father calm and not letting him pass out from shock. Then we heard the rumble of the ATV in the distance coming to the woods, so we got my father up making sure not on his injured leg to place him onto the ATV. We put him on the ATV and the friends took him to the lake house while I was not far behind chasing the ATV on foot. During this time, I did not hear my
I noticed that my father had fallen to the back of the pack, I was curious as to why he did such a thing. I was finding the trip very difficult as my legs hurt when I took a step. I heard the same man clear his throat, I looked behind me and I saw his machete unsheathed and raised in the air, I knew this was not going to end well for me. The man slashed at me with his machete. The pot I was holding fell and broke.
As I stood next to the goat pen, I noticed my dad in his grey pickup sped into our driveway. His vehicle being followed by several others with flashing lights, although the last vehicle scared me the most. It was an ambulance. I remember being so scared I couldn't move at all, I was speechless. When I
I have been to a place that has lots of interesting snow and others. It is Lake Tahoe. It is a place that I will never get bored of that it has a lot of snow! Mostly you could do anything with snow. But most of all, beating your older brother up in a snowball fight. I really loved when each time I went down the big mountain. It was really amazing. I was also really happy of building snowmen and building snow forts that I never even knew I can build. It was amazing for all of what could be crafted with snow. The fantastic trip has come to the start!
I slowly wake up, and it must have been hours later. I looked down and my leg was gone. I could feel a searing pain rush through my body. My leg was bandaged up around the cut, but I could still imagine how it looked. Blood was dripping from the bandages. I could not take it anymore. Right there I shut my eyes, and never again were they opened. My family was traumatized at my death.
Jack arrived in a town called Elk Lake which was devoid of Elks and Lakes. In fact, the closest thing to a lake it had were the puddles forming in the cracked car-worn streets. There was no forest which meant no elk. The only foliage in sight were dead bushes, meaning that there was nothing to suck in the pollution. Most of the stores had a forlorn look about them as if uttering a sad sigh.
It took about an hour to climb to the top of the mountain because the higher we got, the steeper it was and the more challenging it got to climb because of the loose gravel and rocks. Once we reached the top of the mountain we sat down on the floor to eat some hot Cheetos and drink some of our Gatorade. After catching our breath, we began to take pictures and we saw a skunk on the opposite side of the mountain away from the park. We had never seen a skunk before so we were eager to take a picture with it. As we began our journey down towards the skunk, there was a huge rock on the edge of the mountain that I wanted to stand on and take a picture so that I could capture the beautiful scenery in the background. Smiley wanted to take the same picture as well but when he stood on the rock, it tilted over and rolled down the mountain along with my brother. He was holding the lantern when he fell so I no longer had any light. The only light source available was the screen on my phone and the flash on the camera. The first thing I did was take a picture of the bottom of the mountain to see where my brother was at. To his luck, he only suffered a broken leg. So he wouldn’t think about the pain,
“Where are you from?” The question for me, has always been conflicting. You would ask my mom and dad the question and they would not hesitate for a second before letting “Beledweyne,” or “Somalia.” fall from their mouths. All my other siblings who were born in America would probably answer the question with “Mankato,” or “Eagle Lake,” maybe even “Minnesota.” and not put any thought into it. I however have put plenty of thought into in. Maybe too much thought.
You know the feeling when everything’s perfect, and suddenly your heart just stops? The 1 hour 48 minute drive to Lake Ontario was just like any other. Movie playing, siblings arguing, music blasting. My family hosts our annual 4th of July party up by Cape Vincent. With the warm air filled with the scent of the grill, and the sounds of laughter and music,that weekend was turning out to be just like the rest. Or at least that’s what we thought. 1311 Failing Shores Lane was never quiet during any of the previous events, but for some reason a dead silence draped over the lot.
On the way to our cabin, we saw a bear cross the road in front of us. Then when we got to the cabin, we unpacked our luggage. When we got to the other side of the lake we got the fishing poles, minnows and gas. We had to take the gas to put in the boat motor. It was a one mile walk to get to the other lake.
It is a Tuesday night in San Marcos Texas, it is a bit chilly outside as I walk up and down the square looking for a section of bars I can observe. As I walked East on Hopkins street I stumbled upon two bars, Harpers Brick Oven Sports Pub and The Porch. Both bars were packed with what looked like a mix of native San Marcos residents, and college students. These two bars shed light on what the square is; a welcoming place with a carefree atmosphere for all people who call San Marcos home to enjoy.
One day in Tennessee, I came to the rescue of my brother. We finally got to our cabin after eight hours of driving plus stops. Tennessee is really nice because there are mountains and lots of green trees. The waterfalls are beautiful, too. My family’s cabin had two rooms and three beds. It also had a hot tub on the deck and a great view. On the third day my dad, brother, dog, and I went on a walk on a path by rocky walls. On the way we saw a wooden wagon that was old. My brother and I got in it for my dad to take a picture. Suddenly, my brother got stung by a bee! It hurt his arm, which felt like a needle poking you in the arm. I walked him back up to our cabin where he could get the first aid-kit. I handed him medicine and a band aid, then
It was around nine o’clock when I pulled into the driveway. It was pitch black outside so I brought a flashlight with me. Now I’m a paranoid person, so I also brought my machete with me. My grandparents lived right in front of a dense forest, so you never know what could come out of there.
It was a beautiful summer day when it happened. I was enjoying the fresh air and the amazing view of Walden Pond. The sun was shining and a slight breeze blew across my face. I love standing still and listening to the swishing of the leaves and the soft feet of animals running through the grounds.
I almost fell off a cliff on the side of a mountain. I was in Pitkin, Colorado, on a camping trip during the summer of 2009. The trees were green, the air was fresh so were the lakes, rivers, and ponds were stocked with fish and wildlife was everywhere. Usually, on these camping trips, I would be accompanied by a large number of people. However, this time, it was just my parents, my three brothers, and my two sisters. I was almost 12 years old at the time and having three older brothers made me very competitive. Naturally, when my family decided to climb one of the mountain’s which were around us, I wanted to be the first one to reach its peak.
Tiredly, I woke up the next morning with it still as dark as night (SM). Packing quickly, I made sandwiches to eat and headed out to the deer stand with my dad (PP). I like where we hunt because it’s an open field surrounded by tall pine trees and marshy land. It’s kind of a long hike to the stand from the road, so when I walked down the road to our stand I took small strides to muffle the crunchy leaves. I wanted to walk as silent as a mouse to increase my chance of that trophy buck, about halfway there I noticed a cool breeze flow down my back, this gave me the chills. My body wracked with exhaustion, because I hunted with a 300 win mag, so by the time we got to the stand my back