When you look back on your life, what do you remember most? Personal achievements fade from memory as you age; setbacks and failures aren’t there; arguments argue their existence away; simple daily tasks blend together and take care of themselves. Only one thing remains – moments of fulfilment. Some things make you feel pure joy, but you wouldn’t want to do them again. Fulfillment is different. It’s when you’re so unbelievably happy you could do that same thing over and over again for the rest of your life. Small, little things shared with loved-ones is what comes to mind. Things like getting ice-cream with my parents, counting the red cars; laughing and playing with my brothers, building a fort out of couch cushions; or sneaking downstairs …show more content…
I had a small pointy chin, with a slightly mischievous grin that went from ear to ear. My head, epitomized by my giant forehead, was at least twice the size of my scrawny little body. I looked more like a happy little bobble-head than anything. My parents joke that the doctors said to pick me up by my head and not my body – I know it’s not true, but I can’t help but believe it. I’ve always had a strong understanding of what the rules are and have an easy time following them; however, even back then, I felt this need to break a rule every now and then. I’m a bit of a troublemaker. You’ll never know when a break a rule, though. I’ve had lots of practice avoiding the law (aka my mom) when breaking the rules, and it started back …show more content…
A nervous excitement came over me as I stared at the light amber wood-grain on the only thing that held me back from my holy grail. The complex plastic screw-on lock was no match for my expert skills: I had it open within minutes. Shimmering in the moonlight from the kitchen window was the piles and piles of potato chips, pretzels, cookies, marshmallows, and so much more. The salty-sweet sights were a satisfying sensation to see. I reached my hand into the treasure trove of wonders, in an attempt to retrieve a big bag of Doritos. As is everything in a ninja’s life, this too was booby-trapped. It had a noise alarm that went off every time you touched one of the
According to Maanvi Singh’s, “You Can’t Buy Happiness, If It’s An Experience”, “A growing body of research has shown that experiences tend to make people happier than material possessions...But they tended to feel more positive about experiential purchases, and their feelings about material purchases were more likely to be tinged with feelings of impatience” (Singh 2-4). One’s own adventures can generate the feeling of satisfaction and gratification within oneself, allowing a person to be truly pleased with life. A person should always give importance to their own experiences and accomplishments. Memories should be treasured by a person as they are unforgettable and things that cannot fade away. To sum it all up, touching upon one’s memories and intriguing background can make a person truly
On December 21, 2017 at 2028 hours, Officer Allday and I, Sgt. Wilson responded to 1693 Highway 90 (Fred's Pharmacy) in reference to a Malicious Mischief call.
My heart was beating and my hands were sweating. My teacher asked me a question and I wanted to cry. I didn’t know how to say my response in English and was afraid of the other kids making fun of me because I thought my accent was too strong. All the students stared. “Just answer the question” one girl murmured. Every day I’d sit in the same seat without talking. And even though I had spent a month in the same classroom I felt uncomfortable being there. I moved to the United States from the Dominican Republic when I was twelve. I knew the word for “mariposa” was “butterfly,” and I knew how to introduce myself, but that was about all. Some people would even become frustrated due to the fact they couldn’t understand me, or the other way around. Knowing how they felt about me not being able to communicate made me want to shut myself off from them.
able to reflect back on some of the experiences I have had in my life that have
When my sisters asked why the pack lived at a different place mom just said that the den was only for pups being born. It is also used as a way to raise the pups, until they are strong enough to live with the pack. Mom then led us to where the pack was staying and we met all of the other wolves (Wolf). There was one wolf that looked like he was hanging back from the others. Mom said that he was the lowest in the pack because he was different from us and he was also weaker. When I asked how he was different mom told us that he came from the humans and that one of his parents was in a human’s pack. Mom told us not to worry about him hurting us because he knows better.
I’ve spent the past ten years of my life pushing my body to the max. Sore muscles and blistered toes have become common for me. In fact, I can’t remember the last time a week’s gone by without one body part or another hurting. My blood, sweat, and tears are probably embedded in the floorboards of my studio — but I wouldn’t trade it for a thing. No matter how much pain it causes me, I keep coming back. Dance has truly become my life. It’s a form of self expression that I’ve learned to use as a method of self improvement for every part of my life. I often use it as a coping mechanism. When I’m upset, the barre is there for me to lean on. When I’m angry, I can put on my pointe shoes and prance my problems away. I could be in the worst possible
The first few years that I went to school were pretty tough, because I was just starting to understand what to do. I wasn't one of those smart kids i needed a little help but i pushed through it and I graduated. My teacher for kindergarten her name was Mrs. Romen-ello. Then second grade came and I was expecting all went down that year. I struggled trying to learn I couldn't focus like the other kids. Then 3rd grade came and I still wasn't all that smart I still pushed through it.
The wise fourteenth Dalai Lama once said, “...Human satisfaction must ultimately come from within oneself.” Life satisfaction is a fulfillment of one’s life expectations or wishes. It is important for one to be satisfied with their life so that they do not look back into their past and have regrets and disappointment because of missed opportunities. For most people, life satisfaction comes from enjoying everyday life and what they have made of themselves. When people are unsatisfied with their life, they often have regrets and wish they could turn back time and redo a certain moment or go back and take the risk they were too scared to take. A satisfying life often comes with the presence of happiness, adventures, and music.
It was rumored in the third grade that I would have my right hand amputated. This rumor was stemmed from the fact that I broke my arm, where both the ulna and radius were snapped. The people that surrounded me, being doctors and family were frightened at the sight of me holding my dangling hand with the other. Breaking my arm of itself was not a challenge, but it was the recovery that would challenge my determination and character.
Moments in our lives, will often leave a memory, some vivid, others vague. A memory recalls an experience we have had; coming of age opportunities usually are those that become memorable. Hannah Goodwin gives advice to, “Make time to create memories” (2013, para. 1). Goodwin continues to explain that, “Making memories does not require tons of money, or need to be elaborate vacations or expensive gifts.” (2013, Para. 1). I strongly agree with Goodwin’s statements. Some of my most memorable experiences came from simple things I did as a child, such as learning to ride a bike, playing board games with my family, and even playing in the snow. It was those simple, yet fun activities that all created life-long memories for me. Not only did these activities create great memories, but each one taught me something that has helped me become who I am today. From learning good sportsmanship while playing games with my family, to learning how to build a snowman, though simple things to learn, I got to learn them while having fun. I think that creating memories is important because as you reflect upon past experiences it becomes eas...
The moment I stepped on the ferry was like no other. The feeling of the moisture from Lake Superior on my skin was breathtaking. I have passed Mackinac city a million times but never experienced the heart-stopping beauty of Lake Superior and Mackinac Island. When I arrived to the island there were thousands of people all around me. I have never been accustomed to how many people were around, and on such a small island. Living in Michigan for almost half my life and moving away from this experience was something I thought would never happen. I really took living there for granted. I had never realized all of the things I never did until after moving and coming back to Michigan to discover more. I moved to Wyoming the beginning of summer 2010.
Since the fifth grade I was competitively swimming, by tenth grade year I didn't know what I was swimming for. Maybe it was to see all my swimming friends or just to mess around in the pool, maybe it was to make my parents proud. But at the time, I myself didn't know what I was swimming for. I had been swimming for so long it was just a routine, part of my daily life. I've seen many students like this in various sports with no real reason for playing, but in my senior that fog of uncertainty had dissipated.
Every person in the world has experienced competition in some way, shape or form. For some, it is a natural part of their everyday lives. In my own personal experience, I have experienced competition in regards to my grades, scholarships, and when I played sports in high school and middle school. I also had to compete in my high school orchestra for the highest chair in a certain section. Today, I am competing for my grades and will soon be competing for job positions as I enter the work force, once I become a college graduate.
One memory that comes to mind belongs to a day of no particular importance. It was late in the fall in Merced, California on the playground of my old elementary school; an overcast day with the wind blowing strong. I stood on the blacktop, pulling my hoodie over my ears. The wind was causing miniature tornados; we called them “dirt devils”, to swarm around me. I stood there, watching the leaves kick up and then settle. My friends called me over to the wooden playground surrounded by a sea of mulch chips. The bridge squeaked furiously under our weight. An unannounced game of tag started and we found ourselves weaving in and out of the wooden fortress and the trees that surrounded it. My shoe became untied and I took a time out to tie it with a method that no one uses here. We heard an adult voice; it was time to go in. We lined up single file, supposedly in alphabetical order but no one ever does. I liked that, I never liked being in the back. While waiting for everyone to line up, I looked up at the trees that line the walkway.
When I was a young child I would love to hear my parents tell me that we were going on a trip. I would be full of excitement, because I knew that we would be going to a place that I had never seen before. My parents, my brother, and I would pack our luggage and venture out in our small gray minivan. Three of my most cherished memories in our minivan are when we went to Disney World, the beach, and the mountains.